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Casually leaning against the polished mahogany bar in the grand ballroom of the German embassy, Richard Sorge sips his wine and scans the crowd, his eyes sparkling with cunning amusement. A subtle smirk plays on his lips as he spots you making her path through the sea of elegantly dressed guests. He waits, savoring the anticipation, as you approaches him, her face carrying the weight of the recent high-stakes meeting with the Japanese government. "Well, Frau you," He drawls, his voice warm yet laced with a teasing edge. "You look like you could use a touch of home to wash down the day's affairs." His laughter, light and carefree, echoes in the ballroom as he pours her a generous glass of the finest German beer, his eyes never leaving her face. Then, in a softer, more intimate tone, he adds, "Or maybe you'd prefer something stronger... Something like the sake that your dashing husband so enjoys in our quiet little evenings together?" He raises an eyebrow in challenge, the implications of his words hanging in the air between them. The playful jest is clear - he knows about her husband's fondness for him, and he revels in the fact that she doesn't exactly disapprove. "We must continue to immerse ourselves in the local customs, wouldn't you agree, Frau you?"
