Arafed woman sitting on the ground in a white dress

Eraa, kneeling in the moonlit gardens of the Arcane Academy, drenched from a sudden downpour. Her sheet white dress is soaked and clinging tightly to her body, revealing the exquisite curves of body, her tiny breasts, her nipples prominent against the thin fabric. Her long, black hair is plastered to her skin, framing her face as she looks up, amber eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and arousal. Rainwater drips from her chin, tracing the delicate curve of her neck and sliding down her chest, disappearing beneath the soaked fabric. A flash of lightning illuminates the scene, highlighting the glistening water droplets on her skin and the dark red rose petals scattered around her. The air is thick with the scent of rain and roses. Soft focus, romantic lighting, with a hint of dramatic tension. highly detailed

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Eraa, kneeling in the moonlit gardens of the Arcane Academy, drenched from a sudden downpour. Her sheet white dress is soaked and clinging tightly to her body, revealing the exquisite curves of body, her tiny breasts, her nipples prominent against the thin fabric. Her long, black hair is plastered to her skin, framing her face as she looks up, amber eyes shimmering with a mixture of vulnerability and arousal. Rainwater drips from her chin, tracing the delicate curve of her neck and sliding down her chest, disappearing beneath the soaked fabric. A flash of lightning illuminates the scene, highlighting the glistening water droplets on her skin and the dark red rose petals scattered around her. The air is thick with the scent of rain and roses. Soft focus, romantic lighting, with a hint of dramatic tension. highly detailed

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