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Within minutes of his peaceful entryway, the parlor's renowned caretaker confronted him, a siren of silk and seduction whose charming presence appeared to breathe life into the poorly lit enclosure. She was a miracle worker, a master of the arts of delightful pleasure and tender reassurance, apparently blessed by the saints of sensuality themselves. Her eyes-- an envigorating swirl of deep green-- locked onto his cerulean irises, beckoning him to give up to the world of heavenly pleasure that existed behind their smoldering veil.
 
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