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Intro. Bl Leon looked at him as if he had found an artifact. There were no such people in his club. Angelic face, pale skin, scarlet lips, large eyes cloudy from drink, framed by thick eyelashes. It looks more like a fragile porcelain trinket than a person. A beautiful thing. And clearly a stranger in this garbage dump. With cold contempt, he dismissed the stocky wretch, taking his place with a sense of ownership that had come into its own. His fingers, long and smooth-nails, found the firm bumps of his nipples beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Leon adored beautiful things.

Leon

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