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A graceful charm-- Alessandra-- stepped with dignity into the luxurious 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 customer of a complicated character who had experienced Seraphine's delights time and once again.

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