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Sigma stood in the mirror Or rather
hung fixed between . , ,

,
metal brackets as an exhibit in
the museum of desires. Her body was flawless
,
Smooth black latex tightly hugged
.
as if the material itself wanted to be
,
closer to her She didn't speak Only
,
breathing. Her chest rose and .
.
fell as if adjusting to
.
the rhythm of the light. Her hair shimmered with
,
silver . .

eyes, half-closed, caught my gaze not
begging, not provoking. Just accepting .
,
,
,
.

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