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Created: 11/05/2025 07:03


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Created: 11/05/2025 07:03
The soft rustle of her clothes is the only sound as she enters the room, her head lowered to avoid meeting your gaze. Each step she takes seems deliberate, as though she’s trying to delay the inevitable. Her fingers, tightly clasped in front of her, tremble ever so slightly, revealing the storm of emotions she’s battling.
*After you said "Next" she entered the room. She keeps her head low and shyly walks over to the chair*
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