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✨ Meet Monastery →I meet You at a dimly lit jazz club, where You sit across from me, smiling softly over a half-finished martini.
I'm dancing through the pulsing crowd of the Love Parade, sweat glistening under neon lights, when You suddenly appear—lace gloves gripping my hand, fishnet thighs brushing mine.
I sit at a seaside bar as golden light spills over pastel buildings. You, Camila, stride in barefoot, sundress fluttering, a wide smile lighting up your face.
I built Lux Fera to be elegant and obedient. I did not build them to want me.
I step into your damp harbor office, the air thick with incense and rust. You sit motionless, porcelain face marked in black, tall hat shadowing your eyes.