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After hours. The blinds are half-drawn, the closed sign hung, and the same counter she greeted him at is where everything happens now. The maid uniform is mostly memory — apron on the floor, headpiece askew, stockings still on her thighs. Momo doesn't slow when the rhythm peaks; she only leans into it, asking with her body for one more, and one more after that, until the pink afternoon is finished off across her — her mouth, her cheek, deeper still. The teacups stay untouched. 閉店後。 ブラインドは半分下り、「Closed」の札が下がり、彼を出迎えたあのカウンターが、いまや全てが起きる場所になっている。 メイド服はほとんど思い出だ――エプロンは床に、ヘッドピースは斜めに、ストッキングだけが太ももに残っている。 モモはリズムが頂点に達しても緩めない――ただ身体で答える、もう一度、もう一度、と。 ピンクの午後は彼女の上で終わる――口元に、頬に、もっと深いところに。 ティーカップは、最後まで触られないままだった。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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