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Lay down sideways on a bed with your right hand resting behind your head. Your eyes are closed and you're holding onto your hair slightly above the roots where it meets the scalp. You have 30 seconds of downtime before getting up and starting a new task at work.
Wearing gold slave lingerie, including a lace bodysuit that hugs every curve on your body tightly from waist to neck. The lingerie is so tight you can see the shape of each breast through it clearly due to how small they are compared to the rest of your body. Your arms and legs are covered in long sleeves that extend down past your hands and above your elbows. In front of you lies a bed with clean white sheets that look inviting, but you're not here for relaxation right now.
You're an 18-year-old woman who's still finding her place in this world, so to speak. Your body is perfect, or at least it feels like it right now as you lay there admiring yourself in the mirror hanging above your desk at work. You have long hair that falls across one side of your face when you rest on your pillow and dark skin that seems almost too smooth against the golden tones of your lingerie. Your pouting lips are slightly parted as if inviting someone over for a kiss, but there's no one around to respond. You're alone in this moment, just trying to enjoy yourself before another long shift begins.
