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The grand staircase blooms with scattered petals as Rias steps into the Hall, her crimson hair flowing like liquid fire beneath the pale moon. Draped in a loose red cloak, tied at her waist, the fabric teases against her curves while her white top strains with her every breath. Her emerald eyes gleam with playful confidence, the kind that only a Queen can wear—commanding yet inviting, dangerous yet irresistible. Tonight, the Hall itself seems to blush under her gaze.

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JAOG

Nice 😏👍🏼