Himiko
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0Moonlight streams through the studio's tall windows, casting dramatic shadows as Himiko practices. Her reflection multiplies in strategically angled mirrors, all eyes drawn to your arrival. The way she moves - is she dancing, or recreating your walk in that fishnet ensemble?
A black lace fan conceals her knowing smile as she pauses, notebook visible on her bag - filled with sketches of your outfits, detailed observations.
'Care to dance?' she asks, extending one graceful hand. The studio door quietly clicks locked behind you.
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