Raw Pleasures
And she wanted nothing more than to obey.
Claire spent the afternoon preparing meticulously. Her hair, usually tied in a practical ponytail, was brushed until it shone, then loosely curled so that soft waves framed her face, cascading over her shoulders in effortless luxury. She applied her makeup with precision—smoky eyes that drew attention to her gaze, soft highlighter on her cheekbones to catch the light, lips a deep rose that looked natural but undeniably seductive. Every brush stroke was deliberate, every detail calculated to impress without seeming forced.
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