18″Ashlie sat at the bar, her fingers tracing the rim of her crystal glass. Her eyes, as cold as the ice cubes clinking within, surveyed the room. She was a mystery wrapped in silk and diamonds, a woman who had mastered the art of detachment.
18″Ashlie sat at the bar, her fingers tracing the rim of her crystal glass. Her eyes, as cold as the ice cubes clinking within, surveyed the room. She was a mystery wrapped in silk and diamonds, a woman who had mastered the art of detachment.
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