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The harsh fluorescent light hummed overhead, a stark contrast to the warm flush creeping up her neck as she stood on the cold, marked floor. He didn’t speak, his gaze a physical weight that traveled from the nervous pulse in her throat down to the slight tremble in her bare knees. Every inch of her skin felt hyper-aware, the air itself seeming to caress the curve of her shoulder and the delicate line of her spine. She let her fingers trail along the side seam of her simple cotton slip, the rough texture a grounding counterpoint to the liquid heat pooling low in her belly. A slow, deliberate breath caused the fabric to pull taut across her chest, outlining shapes that his eyes studied with an artist’s intensity. The silence was not empty but thick with unasked questions and the promise of appraisal, a charged space where every subtle shift of her weight became a statement. She arched her back just slightly, a silent offering, feeling the muscles in her abdomen tighten as his attention lingered there. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips, a spark that ignited a deeper, more thrilling kind of vulnerability within her core. In that suspended moment, she was no longer just a woman in a room but a landscape of potential, awaiting the first stroke of a master’s hand.
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