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Latina goes to her bedroom, her dark curls slightly disheveled, her full lips are a deep crimson from the night before—stepped inside, the gold silk of her gown clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, catching the light with every slow, deliberate movement. Her bare feet sank into the plush rug, the fibers massaging her soles as she let out a long, shuddering sigh. The night had been now, finally, she was home. She let the gown slither down her shoulders, the cool air kissing her collarbone as the silk pooled at her waist. The nightdress beneath was silky with the gold threading catching the light as she turned toward the bed. The sheets were already turned down, the duvet rumpled from the last time she'd collapsed into them, too tired to straighten anything. She didn't care. All she wanted was the weight of the blankets, the silence of the room, the promise of oblivion. The bed swallowed her, the memory foam cra