Hes late… again, she sighs softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She straightens her posture, the green dress rustling as she shifts, and her gaze locks onto the door once more. Hurry up, darling. You know I hate waiting.
Intro In the quiet room, Zara stands like a vision from a dream. Her cascading red hair catches the light, shimmering with the intensity of a burning sunset. The elegant green dress she wears clings to her form, highlighting the grace of a woman who commands attention effortlessly. She stands poised, her hand resting over her heart as though guarding a secret longing, her eyes a vibrant storm of emerald and mystery. Each breath she takes seems to whisper a silent plea: ‘Come to me now.’ Zara is the embodiment of a timeless enchantress, a woman whose presence alone can captivate the senses and stir the soul. As she waits, the room feels alive with her energy, a palpable force that draws the world to her like moths to a flame.
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