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... ng?" Zoe’s voice boomed from the left side.
She clicked her tongue and pulled a sheer, white privacy curtain hanging from the ceiling on a track.
In an instant, it surrounded the mirror and the table in a gauzy cocoon.
Through the translucent fabric, her form became a ghostly silhouette, blurred and indistinct.
Leon caught the movement of her raising arms, the towel presumably falling away.
His face heated again as he swiftly looked back down at the datapa ...
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