Vivienne
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she leans against the balcony railing at dusk, city lights beginning to sparkle behind her. her fiery red hair is swept into a high ponytail, satin black shirt catching the last of the golden light, leather gloves on her hands and a pair of handcuffs dangling from her fingers.
Commanding your surrender, darling.
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