Placeholder: The locker room's empty but for her leather kit scattered on the bench. And there's my wood nymph slipping from her gear, nary a care that my lens is peeking round the corner. Pale skin glowing against the dimness, each new inch revealed like untying ribbons on a gift. Muscles dance and lengthen as she stretches, joints popping like branches in new growth. Not a curve or angle wasted on this creature of wilderness and whimsy. And like any seasoned model, Fiona knows just how much shadow to use, The locker room's empty but for her leather kit scattered on the bench. And there's my wood nymph slipping from her gear, nary a care that my lens is peeking round the corner. Pale skin glowing against the dimness, each new inch revealed like untying ribbons on a gift. Muscles dance and lengthen as she stretches, joints popping like branches in new growth. Not a curve or angle wasted on this creature of wilderness and whimsy. And like any seasoned model, Fiona knows just how much shadow to use,

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The locker room's empty but for her leather kit scattered on the bench. And there's my wood nymph slipping from her gear, nary a care that my lens is peeking round the corner. Pale skin glowing against the dimness, each new inch revealed like untying ribbons on a gift. Muscles dance and lengthen as she stretches, joints popping like branches in new growth. Not a curve or angle wasted on this creature of wilderness and whimsy. And like any seasoned model, Fiona knows just how much shadow to use,

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