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The look which fit the role.
When Moira came out of the bathroom, her master looked at her.
Nah, it doesn't fit your role... You should look like a whore, I want every guy at the bar to feel the desire to be in you. I want every girl to think you are a whore but secretly wish they could be as open and wild as you and want to be in your place.
Her master concentrated while looking at her. After a few seconds, he smiled and pointed for her to look at herself in the mirror that was behind the bathroom door. Her heart skipped a beat.

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