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A shapely charm-- Alessandra-- stepped gracefully into the luxurious chamber, her raven locks cascading her back like liquid obsidian. The anticipation was palpable, as she locked look with her prominent buddy-- the enigmatic Mr. Sinclair-- a customer of a complex character who had actually experienced Seraphine's delights time and again.

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As Alessandra and Mr. Sinclair's tête-à-tête proliferated into a lush garden of feelings, even the stars appeared to be eavesdroping captive, their light barely gleaming through the edge of the drapes, scared to totally reveal the scene unfolding within the penthouse suite.

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