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Sonya's eyes fluttered shut as she lay on the bed, her long blonde hair cascading across her chest like a golden waterfall. The soft fabric of her sheer lace stockings caressed her skin, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way they hugged every curve of her body. She'd spent hours primping and preening that morning, making sure every inch of herself was perfect - from the delicate dusting of mascara on her eyelashes to the subtle glow of her freshly applied lipstick.
Sonya's mind wandered as she lay there, thinking about all the things she wanted to do with her life. She'd always been drawn to the arts, and had spent years honing her skills in makeup and fashion design. Now, at 30 years old, she was finally starting to make a name for herself - landing small gigs here and there, and slowly but surely building up her portfolio.
As she drifted off into daydreams, Sonya couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of pure relaxation. She'd had a long week, juggling shoots and deadlines and endless emails - it was nice to just let go and be still. And as she lay there, surrounded by the softness of her bed and the quiet of her bedroom, Sonya felt at peace - like everything in the world was exactly right with the universe.
Sonya's thoughts turned to all the men who had ever taken an interest in her. She'd been a bit of a
