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She shifts deeper into the couch, one knee drawn up, and lets the red dress loosen at the shoulder until the lamplight finds bare skin. The lilies slip aside; the fishnets stay. Leafa moves with the same unhurried confidence she carries through Alfheim's skies — chin lifted, green eyes half-lidded, a flush warming the high of her cheeks. Every adjustment is deliberate, an invitation drawn out slow against the dark leather. 彼女はさらにソファの奥へと身を移し、片膝を立て、赤いドレスの肩を緩めていく——ランプの灯が剥き出しの肌を見つけるまで。 百合は脇へ滑り、網タイツは残る。 リーファはアルヴヘイムの空を駆けるときと同じ、急がぬ自信で動く——顎を上げ、緑の瞳を半ば閉じ、頬の高みを赤らめて。 ひとつひとつの仕草が意図的で、暗い革を背にゆっくりと引き伸ばされた誘いとなる。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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