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... open window, where pale morning light spilled across the wooden floor in long, golden stripes.
The tavern was quiet, its pulse softened by dawn, the air carrying faint traces of woodsmoke and warm bread from the hearth below.
She shifted, but the silk ropes held, their bite softened overnight, now loose around her wrists and chest.
Her arms tingled with numbness, her body throbbing with the memory of last night’s tension, her thighs still warm with unspent need.
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