
Aira’s POV
I stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, adjusting the straps of my bra, my gaze scanning my reflection. I wasn’t exactly insecure, but still I tugged at my waist, pouting slightly. Maybe a little more definition wouldn’t hurt.

Aira’s POV
I stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, adjusting the straps of my bra, my gaze scanning my reflection. I wasn’t exactly insecure, but still I tugged at my waist, pouting slightly. Maybe a little more definition wouldn’t hurt.
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