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// 28 
// Story: CYOA: Next in Line 
// by David Silver 
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"More about me?" Fleur chuckles, her voice melodic. "I am but the frame, darling. Tonight the focus is your portrait."

She refills your wine glass, lavender eyes warm. "Tell me of your home, your dreams. What passions stir your spirit?"

As she nestles closer, you feel yourself opening up. You describe your world, your interests, what brings you joy and sadness. Fleur listens intently, guiding the conversation with thoughtful questions.

Time seems to slow as you talk late into the night. At some point Fleur begins gently running her hoof through your hair as you speak. Her floral scent and the crackling fire lull your anxieties.

When your yawns finally prevail, Fleur lays you down tenderly on the plush pillows. "Rest now, mon cher. We have all the time in the world." She nuzzles you as sleep takes hold.

You feel truly heard and understood, perhaps for the first time. As you drift off, you sense this is the beginning of something profound. There will be time later to learn more of Fleur. For now, you need only know she sees your soul, and embraces it.

Fleur rises, leaving you sleeping peacefully. She poked her head out and waves at a passing guard. "Mon ami, my guest, they were in need of a companion, not passionate amor."

The guard inclines her head. "Do they seem hostile, or nice?"

Fleur smiles at that. "They are gentle and sweet. They asked about me, and spent the evening sharing nothing but gentle touches and words. They will not do for ze program... But I nominate them for immigration, oui?"

"That's a shame." The guard nods. "But also good. I'll pass on your certification. Your word goes far, Fleur."

Fleur brings a hoof to her lips, tittering. "You flatter me."

But the guard wasn't lying.

When you awaken, you are allowed into Equestria on your own terms, in the form of your choice. You already have one friend waiting for you.

The End.