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... h enough that the afternoon sun turned the city into a blinding mosaic of gold and chrome, the Consort floated weightless, untouchable, a blade suspended in daylight.
Her kimono—black silk slashed with crimson, cut so low it bared the inner swell of her breasts, high slits parting to expose long, pale thighs—fluttered in a wind that didn’t exist down below. Sinful. Deliberate.
Every inch of fabric screamed power and invitation at ...
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