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In the privacy of their boudoir, a daring individual slips into a daring, form-fitting fetish swimsuit, every inch designed to tease and torment. They reach for a lifelike doll, its silicone warmth a poor substitute for human touch. Yet, they make do, their strokes growing more feverish, their breath more ragged. They edge themselves, building the tension, before finally letting go, their body convulsing as they coat themselves in their own sticky, white art.