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She shifts onto the edge of the bed, one knee drawn up, the white top loose over the red of her pants as the candle flames lean with the draft. Her short hair falls forward and she pushes it back with a soldier's quick patience, the black belt and arm band the only armor she still bothers to wear indoors. The stone room feels smaller and warmer with her in motion, every shadow following the easy confidence of her frame. 彼女はベッドの端へ身を移し、片膝を立て、白いトップスがズボンの赤の上にゆったりと掛かり、ろうそくの炎がすきま風に傾く。 短い髪が前に落ち、彼女は兵士の素早い辛抱でそれを払いのけ、黒いベルトと腕輪だけが室内で身に着ける唯一の防具だ。 彼女が動くと石の部屋はより小さく温かく感じられ、すべての影が彼女の体の気負わぬ自信を追う。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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