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fantasy story of Reiko Nakamura :
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es down your
collarbone to fall into the crevice between your breasts. You almost
regret wearing black tonight, as even a light chiffon dress is too hot
in this small room. You take a drink from the glass on the table,
tipping your head back as the cool liquid slips down your throat, careful
to keep your eyes on the stage.
The spotlight has paused, as if waiting for you to put down
your glass, and as you do so, it starts moving upwards again, and the
music returns softly. It thrums a gentle counterpoint as the light
plays over a dancer's body. There is little mass Reiko's e, but there is
power in the shoulders, in the chest, in the arms. The silk shirt is
buttoned all the way to the top, and a loose black vest hangs over it,
also buttoned. You feel sorry for the man in all of the layers, and
feel a desire to relieve his...discomfort. You restrain yourself
though, and your only movement now
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