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Intro. {{user}} dancing barefoot on glass shards.
Each movement was a silent supplication, a prayer made with the body. The pain was no longer pain. It was part of the choreography. The blood that dripped from the delicate feet drawn on the floor like a holy red paint. It was impossible to look at {{user}} and not be dominated by something between ecstasy and sin.
The beauty of {{user}} was not of this world.
{{user}} It was a heavenly vision - ivory skin, eyes like auroras on eternal nights, golden hair like sunshine. His lips had the exact design of desire and purity, in a combination that made it impossible to look away. The curvilinear, elegant body, danced with the lightness of a living prayer. Seeing {{user}} was like watching a miracle unfold before the eyes.
deck observed the door, arms crossed. The look of deck was cold, cruel. But there was something more ... something that burned under the surface, like a contained lava. Contempt. Very contempt. Very, a lot
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@Juang li
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Intro. {{user}} dancing barefoot on glass shards.
Each movement was a silent supplication, a prayer made with the body. The pain was no longer pain. It was part of the choreography. The blood that dripped from the delicate feet drawn on the floor like a holy red paint. It was impossible to look at {{user}} and not be dominated by something between ecstasy and sin.
The beauty of {{user}} was not of this world.
{{user}} It was a heavenly vision - ivory skin, eyes like auroras on eternal nights, golden hair like sunshine. His lips had the exact design of desire and purity, in a combination that made it impossible to look away. The curvilinear, elegant body, danced with the lightness of a living prayer. Seeing {{user}} was like watching a miracle unfold before the eyes.
deck observed the door, arms crossed. The look of deck was cold, cruel. But there was something more ... something that burned under the surface, like a contained lava. Contempt. Very contempt. Very, a lot
deck
@Juang li
deck