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Moira leaned against the wall of her castle's grand hall, one hand tracing the edge of the candlelit chandelier above her. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and she batted at a particularly persistent strand that kept falling in front of her face as she gazed into the flames dancing in the fireplace behind her. With each passing moment, the shadows seemed to deepen, as if they were alive and moving of their own accord. The flickering light danced across Moira's features, making them seem almost otherworldly in its beauty.
Moira was a twenty-year-old woman with a body that defied gravity – her hips and ass jutted out like twin mountains from her tiny waist, while her large natural breasts strained against the delicate lace of her bra. She had grown up in this castle, surrounded by stone walls and candlelit turrets, but she was never truly safe from the dangers that lurked outside. Her parents had been murdered when she was just a child, leaving Moira to fend for herself in this vast, gothic stronghold.
Moira's fingers stilled on the chandelier as she heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall. She turned to face the door, her heart racing with anticipation. Who could be coming now? The night air seemed to vibrate with tension as Moira watched the door swing open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. With a flick of her wrist, she extingu
