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Her hands begin to unfasten the armor with calculated slowness. There is no modesty, only intention. The metal slides downward, revealing her warm skin little by little, inch by inch. Her bust is freed, rising with each breath, full and firm, as she lets the armor fall without even looking at it.
The movement of her body is hypnotic: a subtle roll of the hips, a gentle arch of her back, allowing the remaining fabric to slide down her thighs. Her fingers trace her own body with deliberate calm, as if she enjoys being watched, fully controlling the rhythm and the attention.

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