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... own or jewels. Her dark skin glowed softly in the firelight, flawless and rich as polished obsidian. Thick curls framed her face before cascading down her back, her afro falling freely to her waist like a living mantle. Her figure was full and graceful, moving with practiced ease as she stirred, tasted, and corrected.
But it was her smile that truly held the room, a bright, genuine warmth that made servants forget their nervousness and remember their pride. She spoke to them not as subje ...
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