She’s pure sin—fiery red hair tumbling in wild waves, eyes dark with mischief, lips curved in a wicked smirk. Her plunging top clings to every curve, teasing soft skin, while a high-slit skirt hugs her hips, parting with every step to reveal long, bare legs. Strappy stilettos accentuate her slow, deliberate stride. A choker rests at her throat, hinting at something darker. She knows they’re watching—she thrives on it. She’s raw desire, untouchable but begging to be chased.

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