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| fantasy story of Momoko Komachi : |
| filter in through the gaps. The room shows no signs of having been used; it is pristine or as much so as a harried hotel chambermaid can make it in a long day's work. Dominating the room is a queen-size bed with an elaborately-filigreed headboard. On the bed, a woman. A faint fragrance of exotic wood-spice-musk wafts almost imperceptibly from Momoko's . Oddly, Momoko Komachi is motionless. Momoko's parted legs are drawn up slightly in front of Momoko's ; Momoko's silk blouse is completely unb |