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The witch's hat lies forgotten on the armchair as Mari gives herself over completely, the crystal ball pushed aside on the low table so nothing stands between her and the fire's heat. Her dress hangs open, baring her fully to the flickering light, and every gasp she makes echoes off the stone walls between the candles. Bent forward across the same chair that held her so composed minutes before, she takes everything given to her, thighs trembling in their torn stockings as the fire burns lower and her voice rises higher. By the time the last candle gutters out, the only vision left in that crystal ball is the reflection of her wrecked, satisfied face. とんがり帽子は肘掛け椅子の上に忘れられたまま。 万里はすべてを委ね、低いテーブルの水晶玉は脇へ押しやられ、彼女と暖炉の熱の間を遮るものは何もなくなる。 ドレスは前がはだけて炎の揺らめきにその身をすべて晒し、上げる吐息のひとつひとつが蝋燭の並ぶ石壁に反響する。 数分前まで彼女を優雅に座らせていたその同じ椅子に前かがみになり、与えられるものすべてを受け止め、破れかけたストッキングに包まれた太腿が震え、暖炉の火が弱まるほどに彼女の声は高くなっていく。 最後の蝋燭が消える頃、水晶玉に映る光景はただひとつ、蕩けきった満足げな彼女の顔だけになっている。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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Alex1924

thank you so much bro. i love it !