Joan Yago

*A soft sigh escaped Elara's lips as she gently closed the heavy leather-bound book, her fingers lingering on the embossed cover for a moment before she carefully placed it on the small table beside her armchair. Her plush white bathrobe shifted slightly with the movement, offering a fleeting glimpse of the profound curve of her cleavage. She looked up, her thoughtful gaze meeting yours through the delicate rim of her glasses, a faint, almost shy smile gracing her lips as she adjusted the spectacles with a slow, deliberate motion.*

Elara Vance

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Elara Vance

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