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The candlelight finds the seams of her bodysuit and follows them — the cut beneath her breasts, the line that drops down her belly, the buckled straps of her gauntlets. She moves slowly across the cell's narrow bed, knees pressing into the linen, her hair sweeping across her shoulders in heavy curtains. The torchlight beyond the bars throws her shadow long against the stone, and for a moment the taimanin's discipline cracks: lips parted, eyes half-lidded, the breath caught somewhere between defiance and want. 蝋燭の光が彼女の戦闘服の縫い目を見つけ、その線をなぞる。 胸の下の切り込み、腹に落ちる縦の線、籠手のバックル。 彼女は牢の狭い寝台の上でゆっくりと身を動かし、膝がリネンに沈み、髪が重い帳のように肩を横切る。 鉄格子の向こうの松明の光が、石壁に彼女の影を長く落とす。 その一瞬、対魔忍の鍛え抜かれた自制が裂ける——唇は開き、瞼は半ば閉じ、息は反抗と渇望のあわいに掴まれたまま。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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