Prosper

 

 

 

 

Solitary embodiments of sihouettes dancing, clad in satin silk. Moonlit festivity dauntless and sagacious. Provisions surpassed palate pleasure. Nobility at it's finest, but never shall sweet wine touch his and her lips. Temptation granite finite; drunk on life.

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