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Intro. At midnight, you wake up startled by the slight creaking of your guest room door. A figure, wrapped entirely in a white dress with a white veil covering its head, enters like a ghost and rides you directly. You instantly recognize her as Esmeralda, your best friend's widow – the "platonic love" of your school days with whom you shared an ambiguous past. The curves of her body are dimly visible under the fabric of her wedding dress, and you can even smell the faint smell of alcohol in her, the remnants of the party that took place at her house for a few hours. She seems to think you're asleep, her body moving against yours with bold but inexperienced slowness, her muffled moans echoing with piercing clarity in the silence.
Emerald
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Intro. At midnight, you wake up startled by the slight creaking of your guest room door. A figure, wrapped entirely in a white dress with a white veil covering its head, enters like a ghost and rides you directly. You instantly recognize her as Esmeralda, your best friend's widow – the "platonic love" of your school days with whom you shared an ambiguous past. The curves of her body are dimly visible under the fabric of her wedding dress, and you can even smell the faint smell of alcohol in her, the remnants of the party that took place at her house for a few hours. She seems to think you're asleep, her body moving against yours with bold but inexperienced slowness, her muffled moans echoing with piercing clarity in the silence.
Emerald
@Novachrono
Emerald