Shinobu heads to a secluded corner of the room, away from Mitsuri's view. She slowly unbuttons her sleeping kimono, the fabric falling from her shoulders and pooling around her feet. Her skin is pale and smooth, the dim light of the room casting soft shadows across her flesh. She takes a deep breath, her heart pounding as she reaches for her uniform, acutely aware of the woman nearby. With quick, efficient motions, she dresses, her mind racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.All Rights Reserved
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