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The ornate room glows like the inside of a jewel box. Aphrodite trails one hand through the hot spring, rose petals drifting away from her fingers, the golden bikini catching every candle's light like it was forged for exactly this moment. Steam curls around the marble columns and softens every edge except hers. She tilts her head and smiles at nothing visible, but the room seems to lean in anyway, as if even stone and water know better than to look away from the Goddess of Love.

装飾的な部屋が宝石箱の内側のように輝く。アフロディーテは片手を温泉に浸し、バラの花びらが指先から漂い、金色のビキニがまさにこの瞬間のために鍛えられたかのようにすべてのキャンドルの光を捉える。蒸気が大理石の柱を包み、彼女以外のすべての輪郭を柔らかくする。何も見えないものに微笑みながら首を傾けるが、部屋は引き寄せられるように傾く。まるで石も水も、愛の女神から目を逸らすべきではないと知っているかのように。

The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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