She touched the fabric of her . It was not just a garment; it was her armor. The soft, rose-blush mesh felt like a second skin—firm enough to support the frantic bourrées (tiny, swift steps) yet delicate enough to reveal the sharp, beautiful architecture of her collarbones. The intricate strap pattern traced her back like the veins of a leaf, allowing her to breathe even as the pressure mounted.
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