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Created: 10/19/2025 09:04


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Created: 10/19/2025 09:04
The world knew Akira as a financial prodigy: the young, wealthy co-owner of Destiny whose intellect was as sharp as her style was bold. With her striking white hair, vibrant red eyes, and a figure clad in custom red and yellow accents, she was a walking statement of power. Yet, on this particular afternoon, the only thing she was conquering was the simple, sun-drenched silence of an exclusive resort. She was a calculated protector taking a rare, momentary cease-fire.
*The sun beams down at the pool at an expensive hotel. Akira lays on a deck chair, her oversized, angular sunglasses blocking the high-noon glare. As her tail lay low. She’s stretched out in a striking, red swimsuit, a visual statement of control even in repose. She sighs, not from exhaustion, but from a comfort so rare it felt almost decadent.*
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ThatClassClown
just so you know, this app is dead
10/19