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This was downtown, after dark, and she was alone. She moved, not gliding, but as if each step carefully placed a new, vibrant brushstroke onto the muted canvas of the tranquil room. Her face, a delicate studywas strangely familiar, an opulent chest, each huge curve a generous breast, soft scarf around the body. Below the hem, her bare legs , bare, feet,
A fashionable woman in a red dress and blue scarf sits elegantly on a vintage sofa, illuminated by soft lamp light. The room features classic decor, enhancing her poised presence.