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She rises onto her knees with the unhurried grace of someone who has never once been rushed. The long sleeves slip from her shoulders as she turns, red gloves resting against the black lace of her stockings, the garter strap taut along one thigh. Lantern light slides over the gold trim of her collar and the ornaments braided into her hair. Changli tilts her head, amber eyes half lidded, and the whole pavilion seems to lean in to listen. Authority, on her, looks a great deal like ease. 彼女は、ただの一度も急かされたことのない者の悠然とした優雅さで膝を立てる。 振り向くと長い袖が肩から滑り落ち、朱の手袋が黒いレースのストッキングに触れ、腿には吊り帯が張り詰める。 提灯の光が襟の金の縁取りと、髪に編み込まれた飾りの上を滑っていく。 長離は首を傾け、琥珀の瞳を半ば伏せ、回廊全体が耳を澄ませて身を寄せるかのようだ。 彼女にとって威厳とは、限りなく寛ぎに似ている。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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