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My dark hair falls over my bare shoulders, a veil of silk over my pale skin. The red dress hugs me tightly, revealing every curve, every hollow. My lips are slightly parted, moist, waiting. My legs are crossed, and the fabric of the skirt rises, showing more than is decent. I am a spectacle, a promise of pleasure wrapped in danger. I am a living work of art, made to be desired and taken.