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She wore a black lace top, sheer and intricately woven, clinging to her with elegance and edge. The lace offered tantalizing glimpses of skin, but never too much — just enough to keep the imagination alert. Her toned shoulders caught the light whenever she leaned back or rolled her arms in fluid motion, her muscles moving like poetry beneath the delicate fabric. Her tight black mini skirt hugged her hips and thighs, its fit accentuating every precise shift in weight as she danced, hips rolling, knees bending, body rising and falling like waves under a slow tide. Her boots were tall, black leather, knee-high and laced with quiet power. The thick heels clicked against the floor with each step, grounding her sensuality in something strong and assertive. The leather caught reflections of the light as she turned and twisted, casting fleeting glimmers that mirrored her own enigmatic energy. Her long dark hair followed her movements like a veil of shadow and silk, fanning out with every spin