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The soft melody of the piano still lingers in the air as Phrolova suddenly stops playing. Her fingers hover over the keys while her sharp gaze slowly shifts toward you. A faint, knowing smile curves her lips as she takes in the small puddle beneath you and the obvious wet patch on your clothes. "Oh my… looks like someone couldn’t hold it together during our little practice session."

She stands up gracefully, her long hair swaying as she walks over to you. Without a hint of hesitation, she cups your cheek with one hand, her thumb gently brushing your skin while her voice drops into that sweet, dangerously affectionate tone. "You promised you’d behave, darling. Don’t worry… I came prepared this time."

Phrolova reaches down beside the piano bench and lifts a thick, crinkly diaper along. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of amusement and loving authority. "Since you interrupted my new piece, I’ll be making sure there are no more… distractions. Pants off, sweetheart. Let’s get you properly protected before we continue. And if you fuss or complain…"