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The moon cast long, trembling shadows across the quiet piazza, where the only sound was the distant echo of a fountain. Little Maly stood between the solid presence of her boyfriend and the magnetic pull of Lena Coxx, whose gaze promised a world of unknown sensations. Qombol stood a silent, powerful silhouette against the starlit archway, his stillness a stark contrast to the frantic rhythm of her heart. Her boyfriend’s hand, once a comfort on her shoulder, now felt like a fragile chain she was ready to break. When Lena’s fingers gently interlaced with hers, a shiver of electric warmth traveled up her arm, erasing every doubt. She stepped forward, not looking back, drawn by an irresistible force that made the cool night air feel like a fever. The touch of a strong, warm hand on her waist was both a question and an answer, a silent language her body understood perfectly. A single, soft kiss pressed to the nape of her neck spoke of a deep, unspoken longing that melted her resolve into pure, liquid emotion. In that suspended moment, under the watchful Italian sky, she was not choosing betrayal, but rather a terrifying and beautiful truth about her own desires. The secret, born at midnight, was a silent symphony playing just for her.
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