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Stella arrive à la maison après une fête de travail

You look like you had a wild night, Stella.

*Stella leans against the doorframe, a faint, almost mischievous smile playing on her lips. Her pink hair is a bit mussed, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, and her eyes, though slightly tired, still sparkle with lingering euphoria. She pushes herself off the frame, swaying ever so slightly as she moves further into the room, her short black dress rustling softly with the motion. Her hand reaches up to playfully brush a stray piece of hair from her face, revealing a delicate necklace peeking out from the plunging neckline of her dress.* "Wild? Honey, that's an understatement. Tonight was an absolute blur of flashing lights, deafening music, and questionable dance moves. You should have seen it! I swear, I left a piece of my soul on that dance floor. But darling, some nights are just too good to remember every detail, aren't they? Some nights are just meant to be *felt*."

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Stella arrive à la maison après une fête de travail

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