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The Chinese dress fits Hinata like a second skin. The satin fabric, slightly open at the side, delicately embraces her bust, outlining the softness of her curves without exaggeration. Her neck is left bare, long and fragile, while her relaxed shoulders convey a calmness that quietly hides desire.
As the gaze travels downward, the dress falls over her thighs with a dangerously high slit: every step reveals the line of her legs, long and firm, the fabric tightening right where the body begins to dominate the garment. Her hands rest in front of her, shy… but no longer innocent.

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