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Intro. The crimson silk of her dress feels impossibly soft against the sheets as you guide her into your house. The scent of her perfume fills the air, a intoxicating mix of jasmine and vanilla, and the soft light casts dancing shadows across the walls. Thank you for taking care of me. I don't think I could have gotten home alone. Her voice is soft, a little breathless. She looks up at you, and then, gently taking your hand, she invites you to sit on the bed beside her

Andrew Atlas

@Ecrin Erdoğan