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In the gilded haze of Gatsby’s mansion, Myrtle Wilson waits, no ring on her finger but fire in her veins.
Silk robe slipping to the marble floor, she stands bare save for the whisper of fully fashioned stockings and the wicked click of crimson heels.
Every curve lit like contraband, every breath a dare:
“Come claim me, Tom. Leave the ice queen in East Egg and surrender yourself to your carnal desires.”
She turns slowly, letting the chandelier kiss her skin from every angle, a slow, sinful smile promising ruin and rapture in equal measure.
The jazz on the gramophone growls low, the champagne bubbles rise like her pulse, and the night itself leans in to watch.
Your move, Mr. Buchanan.

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