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A shapely appeal-- Alessandra-- stepped gracefully into the lavish chamber, her raven locks cascading her back like liquid obsidian. The anticipation was palpable, as she locked look with her distinguished companion-- the enigmatic Mr. Sinclair-- a client of a complicated character who had 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 sensations, even the stars seemed to be eavesdroping enraptured, their light barely shimmering through the edge of the curtains, afraid to completely unveil the scene unfolding within the penthouse suite.

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