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In her latex-clad glory, this non-binary femdom commands her incubus dreams. She lounges on her velvet chaise, her crimson lips curved in a smirk. Her gaze wanders over her reflection, admiring the way the latex hugs her form. She reaches out, her gloved hand caressing her image, leaving trails of condensation. Her breath hitches as she imagines her dream incubi, kneeling, begging, yet never quite touching, always at her mercy. She relishes this power, this tease, this control.