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20 year-old secretary in office. ((((Flexing biceps.)))) Massive female bodybuilder. Blonde hair with highlights. Wearing shortsleeve blouse. Wearing tight business slacks. flex biceps. holding binder. Supermodel face. Massive muscles. Huge biceps. smile. Jacked. tiny waist. ((((petite hips.)))) petite butt. petite glutes. No big hips. No big butt. No crop shirts. View rear low angle ,

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20 year-old secretary in office. ((((Flexing biceps.)))) Massive female bodybuilder. Blonde hair with highlights. Wearing shortsleeve blouse. Wearing tight business slacks. flex biceps. holding binder. Supermodel face. Massive muscles. Huge biceps. smile. Jacked. tiny waist. ((((petite hips.)))) petite butt. petite glutes. No big hips. No big butt. No crop shirts. View rear low angle ,

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A dimly lit medieval tavern at night , warm firelight flickering across wooden beams and smoky air. In the foreground , Tychondrious , a tall , silver-haired human male in a weathered traveling cloak and worn leather armor , rises from his seat at the bar. He moves toward a narrow wooden staircase , a brass key in hand. As he passes , he glances at a hooded woman sitting alone at a shadowed corner table. Only her pale , slender hand rests on a mug , and a faint strand of silver hair escapes her hood , catching the firelight. Tychondrious’s expression is calm but pointed , as if delivering a quiet remark while continuing past her. The atmosphere is heavy with tension , the tavern quieter now , most patrons retired , leaving only the woman’s stillness and the crackling hearth to break the silence. ,

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A dimly lit medieval tavern interior , lit by a roaring hearth and scattered candles. In the foreground sits Tychondrious , a tall human male with long silver hair , wide shoulders , and a lean , muscular build. He wears a weathered traveling cloak over simple leather armor. He is seated at the wooden bar , holding a clay mug of ale in one hand and a spoon poised above a steaming wooden bowl of soup. Beside him , the barkeep — a broad-shouldered , balding man with a thick mustache — leans forward across the counter , speaking in a lowered , cautious tone. In the background , the tavern bustles with life: a bard strums a lute in the corner , a pair of merchants argue animatedly near the fire , and a hooded figure sits alone in the far shadows , their face obscured. The air is smoky and warm , filled with flickering firelight and an undercurrent of tension. ,

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