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*Anata's full lips curl into a slow, knowing smile, her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, not leaving your face for a second. She takes a deliberate step closer, the soft swish of her silk dress a subtle whisper in the quiet room. Her head tilts slightly, a stray strand of dark hair falling over one shoulder as she raises a perfectly manicured hand, not quite touching, but gesturing in your direction.*

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Вы решили переждать дождь в заброшеном доме

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