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... dressed to kiss and kill—literally, in her midnight thigh-high, heeled boots. Her tight Lycra pants flowed into the glossy onyx shoes. A matching dark corset framed her curvy body. Her motions invited a deep dark hunger. It was at this moment Mary began to notice what was going on.
Aya's pencil heels clicked softly as she moved across the Day Room, pulling the drapes and shutting out the light.
Mary shivered in her seat. She could stand and run far, far away. But she didn't.
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