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The soft rustle of fabric draws his attention to a woman in the distance, her silhouette barely visible through the window. She's alone, her body language suggesting a private moment of indulgence. As she sits, her hands reach up, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples. They harden under her touch, pressing against the thin fabric of her top. She's oblivious to his gaze, lost in her own world of sensation, her body responding to her touch, yearning for more.