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Serafina settles onto the stone ledge above the pool, one arm lifting to sweep her endless hair aside, and the motion drags the loose halter dress a little further from her shoulder. The neckline gapes lower with every shift of her weight, the white fabric barely holding against the swell of her chest, and a soft flush rises across her cheeks that has nothing to do with the forest air. Her smile turns private, almost inviting, the kind an ancient guardian only allows once she decides the ruins, and whoever kneels among them, are worth waking for. Petals drift against her bare feet as the dress slides further open, and for the first time she looks like she wants to be found. セラフィナは泉を見下ろす石の縁に腰を下ろし、片腕を上げて果てしない髪を払うと、その動きで緩やかなハイネックドレスが肩からさらにずり落ちる。 体重を移すたびに襟ぐりは深くなり、白い布地は豊かな胸のふくらみをかろうじて覆うだけとなり、森の空気とは無関係な淡い赤みが頬に広がっていく。 その微笑みはどこか秘めやかで誘うようで、古の守護者が廃墟と、その中に膝をつく者を目覚めさせる価値があると決めたときにだけ見せるものだ。 花びらが素足に触れながらドレスはさらにはだけ、彼女は初めて見つけられたいと願っているように見える。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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