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... rts and gloves catching the light. Each step radiated purpose, his expression unwavering.
The faint buzz of the crowd beyond the doors grew louder with every passing second.
However he wasn't here for admiration—he was here to win.
As he moved into the waiting room, the energy in the air shifted. Organizers, participants, and vixen-like women filled the space, and the hum of anticipation was palpable.
Among the chatter and laughter, Pistil stood out.
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