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A shapely appeal-- Alessandra-- stepped gracefully into the extravagant chamber, her raven locks cascading her back like liquid obsidian. The anticipation was palpable, as she locked gaze with her recognized companion-- the enigmatic Mr. Sinclair-- a patron of an intricate character who had experienced Seraphine's delights time and again.

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