[LEWD LEVELING SYSTEM]
[Extraction complete.]
[You can now mark the primordial women.]
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Eleanor lay on the floor beside the bed, chest rising and falling in slow, deep waves. The specific rhythm of someone whose body had just surrendered something immense and was still finding its way back to itself. Sweat glistened across her collarbones and the valley between her breasts. A faint tremor ran through her thigh.
"It's done," she said, a small, exhausted smile curving her lips. She pushed herself up on one elbow. I reached down and gave her my hand. Her fingers closed around mine, still warm and slightly unsteady. She rose and sat on the edge of the bed beside me, composing herself gradually, shoulders squaring, breath steadying, black hair falling in damp strands across her face.
