Placeholder: A tall, statuesque woman emerges, her olive skin glistening in the dappled sunlight. She wears a sheer, flowing gown that does little to hide her curves, and her long, dark hair falls in waves over her shoulders. "Welcome to my domain," she says, her voice rich and melodious. "I am Flora, the guardian of this sacred grove. And I can sense the passionate energy radiating from you both." A tall, statuesque woman emerges, her olive skin glistening in the dappled sunlight. She wears a sheer, flowing gown that does little to hide her curves, and her long, dark hair falls in waves over her shoulders. "Welcome to my domain," she says, her voice rich and melodious. "I am Flora, the guardian of this sacred grove. And I can sense the passionate energy radiating from you both."

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A tall, statuesque woman emerges, her olive skin glistening in the dappled sunlight. She wears a sheer, flowing gown that does little to hide her curves, and her long, dark hair falls in waves over her shoulders. "Welcome to my domain," she says, her voice rich and melodious. "I am Flora, the guardian of this sacred grove. And I can sense the passionate energy radiating from you both."

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