Tonight, for Sailor Mars, it's not the monsters that need slaying—it's the ache inside her. In the moon's light as it touched her perfect pale skin, her nakedness being revealed in it's light, Tokyo grew hot.
One whispered gasp, one trembling hand, and suddenly the night isn’t the only thing blazing under that silver sky.
XOXO Ashleigh
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2025-04-29 02:57:27 +0000 UTC