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| sexual fantasy story of Yua Aida : |
| nned rays of yellow light, the glare of the streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian blinds. It wasn't a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end, desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves. The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature. But that wasn't to say that the room had no c |