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Lumine, the anemo archon, finds herself in a taboo tryst with an inanimate object. In the privacy of an unoccupied tavern, she allows her desires to consume her. She climbs onto the sturdy table, its rough texture scraping against her tender thighs as she lowers herself onto its edge. Her wetness coats the wood, aiding her frantic movements as she rides it, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She gasps, her body tensing as she nears climax, her juices dripping onto the table below, leaving a glistening trail of her forbidden pleasure.