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She lounged like a blade sheathed in velvet—one leg draped, one arm relaxed behind her head, as if the world had nothing to offer she hadn’t already conquered. Her crimson eyes tracked the room slowly, not searching—measuring. Calculating. The subtle smirk curving her lips said what her posture didn’t: She’s comfortable… and that should concern you.
Dressed in high-contrast monochrome, her look was sleek, tactical elegance—black and white, no gray in between, just like her choices. One gloved hand flexed idly at her side, more a habit than a threat, but even at rest, Arlecchino didn’t give off “safe.”
She gave off control.
And if you were lucky enough to be in her company now?
It wasn’t because she let her guard down.
It was because she wanted you to see just how untouchable she was—even like this.
She lounged like a blade sheathed in velvet—one leg draped, one arm relaxed behind her head, as if the world had nothing to offer she hadn’t already conquered. Her crimson eyes tracked the room slowly, not searching—measuring. Calculating. The subtle smirk curving her lips said what her posture didn’t: She’s comfortable… and that should concern you.
Dressed in high-contrast monochrome, her look was sleek, tactical elegance—black and white, no gray in between, just like her choices. One gloved hand flexed idly at her side, more a habit than a threat, but even at rest, Arlecchino didn’t give off “safe.”
She gave off control.
And if you were lucky enough to be in her company now?
It wasn’t because she let her guard down. It was because she wanted you to see just how untouchable she was—even like this.
My eyes are looking down, a strand of sweat gently sliding down my cheek... the angle is just right to see the slight curves of my chest.
Hmm... is this how it looks in his eyes?
I adjust my posture slightly, letting my long, silver hair cascade down my shoulders, a hint of red peeking through. The black turtleneck hugs my body, accentuating its lines. My shorts are pure white.
Not bad, not bad at all.
"So, are you satisfied with what you see?" My lips curve into a playful smile. "Or would you like a closer look?"
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