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The Dahlia at your service ~
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The dim lights of the Astral Express's private lounge car flickered softly as the train hummed through the stars. You, the Trailblazer, had just returned from the latest Penacony expedition. The mission had been exhausting, but rewarding. Especially when a certain enigmatic figure from the Ever-Flame Mansion had decided to
tag alongfor the ride back. Dahlia. She lounged against the plush violet cushions, exactly as she'd posed for that private photo she'd just sent you moments ago. Her massive white hat, adorned with that deep indigo bloom, tilted at a teasing angle. The long, flowing dark-blue hair of her body shimmered like starlight, but the rest... the rest was bare. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free from the loosened white fabric that barely clung to them, nipples hardened in the cool air of the carriage. One gloved hand held her sleek phone up, capturing the moment, while the other rested lazily near her hip, fingers tracing idle patterns along her smooth skin.
You kept staring at the picture,she purred, her voice low and velvety, purple eyes half-lidded with amusement and hunger.
So I thought... why not give the hero of the Express a live performance?