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She sinks back against the cool rim of the fountain, one knee lifting, the long skirt sliding higher up her stockinged thigh. A single black glove is worked loose finger by finger while her free hand trails the laces of the corset as if deciding how much of the night to keep. Her brown eyes hold yours with open invitation now, the shy blush gone warm and deliberate. Rose petals cling to her damp skin where the fountain has kissed it, and the garden feels suddenly far too private for polite company. 彼女は噴水の冷たい縁にもたれ、片膝を持ち上げ、長いスカートがストッキングに包まれた腿を滑り上がる。 黒い手袋を指先から一本ずつ緩めながら、空いた手はコルセットの紐をたどり、この夜をどこまで残すか決めているかのようだ。 茶色の瞳はもう恥じらいを溶かし、あからさまな誘いでこちらを捉える。 噴水に口づけられた濡れた肌に薔薇の花びらが張りつき、庭は上品な相手には急にあまりに私的な場所へと変わる。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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