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The room seemed to grow quieter, the distant beat fading to a faint whisper. She moved gracefully, her fingers gliding along the waistband of her dress. Her eyes never left yours, holding your gaze as she began to sway. The fabric of her dress shimmered under the soft light, teasing with each subtle movement. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slipped off the dress, letting it cascade to the floor. She stood before you, fully naked, her body glowing in the dim light. Her hips swayed in a rhythm all her own, a dance that held you captive. You watched, heart pounding, as she moved closer, her presence filling the room with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.