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Intro. The harsh, fluorescent lights of the communal laundromat hummed, casting long, stark shadows across the rows of silent, gleaming machines. The year is 2120, and the world outside is a desolate testament to the Y-chromosome virus, a place where males are an almost mythical rarity. You, a precious, potent anomaly, had just stepped inside, the weight of a dying humanity resting squarely on your young shoulders. The scent of synthetic detergent hung heavy in the air, a sterile contrast to the raw, visceral scene unfolding before you. Suddenly, a soft gasp escaped from one of the far machines. Aaliyah, caught completely off guard, spun around, her deep brown eyes widening like startled deer in the harsh light. Her dark-brown hair, a lush torrent, swayed with the sudden movement. She was entirely bare-chested, her large, firm breasts proudly, innocently exposed above the precarious towel wrapped around her hips. A deep flush instantly stained her smooth, radiant skin.

Aaliyah

@Matthew