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She rises from the stones, pushing the dress off her shoulder so the sun can have it. The valley breeze carries warmth and the sharp mineral scent of the cliff, and her hair falls in long black sheets across her bare back. Her gaze drifts past the bamboo with the half smile of someone who has decided the afternoon answers to her now. 彼女は石の上から立ち上がり、衣を肩から押し下げて太陽にそれを譲る。 谷風が温もりと崖の鋼鉄のような匂いを運び、長い黒髪が剥き出しの背中に幾筋も流れ落ちる。 竹林の向こうへ向ける視線には、午後はもう自分の言いなりだと決めた者の半ば微笑みが浮かぶ。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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