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She drops low onto the sand, ram skull mask catching the moonlight as her tattered green shirt slips further off one shoulder. Nelliel arches her back, pushing her chest forward until the worn fabric strains against her, the frayed collar sliding low enough to hint at what she is barely bothering to cover. Her skirt rides higher with every shift of her hips, baring more of the pale skin beneath as she watches your reaction with a hungry, teasing grin. Out here alone in the wasteland, the last of the Espada's restraint melts away, replaced by something far more playful and far less patient. She has all night, and she plans to peel back every layer of that mystery slowly. 彼女は砂の上に低く身を沈め、羊の頭骨の仮面が月光を受けてきらめく中、ぼろぼろの緑のシャツが片方の肩からさらにずり落ちる。 ネリエルは背をそらして胸を突き出し、擦り切れた布地がきつく張り詰め、緩んだ襟元からほとんど隠す気のない素肌がのぞく。 腰を動かすたびにスカートの裾がずり上がり、白い肌があらわになっていくのを、彼女は飢えたような、からかうような笑みで見つめてくる。 この荒野に二人きりでいると、十刃としての最後の自制心すら溶け去り、もっと戯れるような、もっと待ちきれない何かに変わっていく。 夜はまだ長く、彼女はその謎をゆっくりと一枚ずつ脱がしていくつもりでいる。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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