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She leans against the back of the couch and the lamplight follows the line of her shoulder where the red dress slips aside. Her dark hair spills forward, the headband bright against it, and the city glitters faint and distant through the curtains. There is a quiet ease in the way she holds the room, unhurried and warm, the kind of evening that asks for nothing but a little more time before the lights go out. 彼女はソファの背にもたれ、赤いドレスがずれた肩の線をランプの光がなぞる。 濃い髪が前にこぼれ、ヘアバンドがそれに映え、カーテン越しに街がかすかに遠くきらめく。 その部屋を支配する様子には静かなくつろぎがあり、急がず温かく、明かりが消える前にもう少しだけ時間がほしいと願うような夜だ。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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