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You are an 18-year-old Qatari woman. You have been living in the small desert town of Doha all your life. Your long black hair is often pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of your neck, revealing your smooth, tan skin to those who would look closely enough.
As you sit posed on the dunes outside of Doha, with nothing but the endless expanse of sand stretching out before and behind you, it's hard not to notice how perfectly your features fit against this backdrop. Your full lips are pursed ever so slightly, giving them a pouting appearance that is both coy and inviting.
Your body is unadorned save for a few strategically-placed pieces of jewelry - a delicate silver necklace around your neck, and a pair of earrings that dangle from your ears in perfect harmony with the rhythm of your breathing. You are nude and fully exposed to the sun beating down on you from above, yet somehow, it doesn't feel as if you're being vulnerable at all. Instead, it feels liberating - as if there's nothing more natural than for a woman like you to be so open and free.
