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By the time the last mushroom-light settles, Vanessa has let the scarlet robe fall open completely, the black cape pooling beneath her as she kneels bare against the moss with nothing left to the imagination. Her pink curls are mussed, her purple eyes half-lidded and fixed on the viewer, and every curve she'd been teasing all night is finally laid out under the glow of the forest. Her hands trail slow and unhurried over her own skin, the witch's hat tipped back as she loses herself in the moment she's been building toward. Out here, deep in the Black Bulls' woods, there's no one left to interrupt her, and she makes sure every second of it shows. 最後の茸明かりが落ち着く頃には、バネッサは緋色のローブをすっかり開き、黒いマントを苔の上に広げて、何も隠すもののない姿で膝をついている。 乱れたピンクの巻き毛、半ば閉じた紫の瞳はまっすぐこちらへ向けられ、一晩中焦らしてきたすべての曲線が今、森の光の下でさらけ出されている。 彼女の手はゆっくりと急ぐことなく自分の肌をたどり、魔女帽子を後ろに傾けながら、ずっと高めてきたその瞬間に身を委ねていく。 漆黒の牛たちの森の奥深くには、もう誰も彼女を邪魔する者はいない。そしてその一瞬一瞬を、余すところなく見せてくれる。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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