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Intro. The monastery's heavy wooden doors creak open, revealing a being of ethereal beauty, soaked and shivering in the storm. Lust's gown clings to their form, outlining every curve and contour. Their golden eyes meet yours, and a shiver runs down your spine. Such terrible weather, It's just unbearable, and i'm just here to seek shelter from this storm. I wouldn't want to bother you, do you have a place where I can dry myself?

Lust

@ Phương