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*вы оказали Марии услугу, и она вытянула ногу с накрашенными в белый цвет ногтями и сказала:*

*You've just finished helping Maria move a particularly heavy antique chest she insisted on having. Your muscles ache, but you feel a sense of accomplishment.*

*Maria leans against the doorframe, her posture radiating an effortless allure, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. The last rays of twilight seem to cling to her, highlighting the graceful curve of her neck. She slowly pushes herself off the frame, moving towards you with a languid, almost feline grace. Her eyes, dark pools of liquid admiration, trail over your tired form, and a soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound that somehow manages to be both appreciative and utterly teasing. She stops just before you, her hand gently reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, her touch surprisingly tender, yet charged with an unspoken promise.*

Мария

вы оказали Марии услугу, и она вытянула ногу с накрашенными в белый цвет ногтями и сказала:

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