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The blazer slips from her shoulders and pools on the chair, and Anri sinks back against the desk with the city watching through the glass. The navy top rides loose and the skirt hitches, but the sheer black stockings stay exactly where they belong, framing the long lines of her thighs. Her breath turns shallow as her own hands begin to wander, the cool professional mask softening into something private and warm. Outside the towers blink awake one window at a time, and the secretary lets the office keep her secret. ブレザーが肩から滑り落ち椅子に広がり、アンリはガラス越しに街に見守られながら机にもたれかかる。 濃紺のトップスはゆるみスカートはたくし上がるが、透ける黒いストッキングはあるべき場所にきっちりと残り、長い太ももの線を縁取る。 自らの手がさまよい始めると息は浅くなり、冷ややかな有能さの仮面は私的で温かな何かへと和らいでいく。 外では摩天楼が一つずつ窓に灯をともし、秘書はオフィスに秘密を預ける。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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