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The woman's fingers dance, the real nails tapping out a primal beat on the wooden table. Each click sends a jolt of pleasure through her, her fetish for the sensation consuming her thoughts. Her nails, white and short, make the most intoxicating sounds, the room filling with the music of her desire. She can't help but respond, her body writhing in time with the tapping, her fingers finding their way to her most intimate places, stroking and teasing as the nails continue their relentless rhythm.