The warm sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting dappled patterns across the forest floor. Anko Mitarashi leaned casually against a tree, her trademark smirk curling on her lips. Her fishnet top clung tightly, leaving very little to the imagination, and the short orange skirt barely covered her thighs.
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