C1175 A small trick of charm

Miyamoto sat on the sofa in her office, crossing his legs. The smooth black threads reflected a faint luster, his calves were straight and his heels were pointed up high. The exaggerated shining ornaments on his high heels dazzled his eyes.

It was still dark outside, so he didn't notice until he arrived at the brightly lit office that the woman's clothes were of high quality.

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