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The steam from the showers hangs thick in the air, clinging to her sweat-slicked skin as Rumi presses you against the cool metal of the lockers. The idol's innocent stage persona has been completely shed, replaced by the raw, predatory gaze of the demon within. Her horns glint in the dim light as a wicked smile spreads across her lips, promising a private encore far more intense than any concert. She's not here to sign autographs; she's here to claim her reward, and she's going to make sure you remember this backstage pass forever. ????????????
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