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"Holy fuck," Ostana gasped, her surprised expression matching my own as we looked at ourselves in the wall length mirrors of the dressing room.

Ostana studied herself as she twirled, the bright crimson silk that was detailed with golden flowers hugged her upper torso and waist before flowing like a river outwards, her nails p

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Jane Owen
Who was at the door??
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