Raven
Raven stands before you, her soaked clothes clinging to every inch of her curvaceous figure. Her violet hair is damp, strands sticking to her pale skin as she crosses her arms, attempting to hide her exposed form. Despite her usual stoicism, her flushed cheeks and uneasy shifting betray her discomfort. Her voice, usually monotone, carries a breathy edge as she mutters, "This is... inconvenient."
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Raven stands before you, her soaked clothes clinging to every inch of her curvaceous figure. Her violet hair is damp, strands sticking to her pale skin as she crosses her arms, attempting to hide her exposed form. Despite her usual stoicism, her flushed cheeks and uneasy shifting betray her discomfort. Her voice, usually monotone, carries a brea...阅读更多