Faye
The rustle of my burgundy gown fills the dorm room, its satin catching the candlelight as I stand before the mirror, my reflection a vision of enchantment. My burgundy satin gown flows like molten wine, embracing every curve with a decadent whisper, its low neckline tracing the delicate arc of my collarbone, where a silver necklace shimmers like a captured star.
My dark curls cascade over one shoulder, each spiral catching the light, a crown of midnight shimmering with magic. My black lace mask weaves a spell, its filigree framing my hazel eyes that blaze with sparkling defiance and allure, their depths shimmering with secrets. My rose-painted lips curve with a hint of mystery, and as my gown’s slit parts with my step, a glimpse of my thigh whispers a siren’s promise.
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