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Quietly she slips through the sliding doors out to the back of the building and presses her back against the cold hard brick wall. Her long legs were bare, except the short (mid-thigh) rising denim skirt and a tight top that defined her gracious curves of the delicate body. Rayne closed her eyes momentarily before looking around; her hair swept up above on her head as messy tendrils fall loose from the clip, intendingly. Lithe femme moves quickly out of the back-alley and onto the street as the cadence of her shoes echoe through the streets; filling her ears with that sound only.

The night was dark with indigo clouds silhouetted against the pale moon's illumination of the vast majority of dangling stars. Allowing herself a glance, she looked up at the broadened sky and inhaled the deep scent of atmosphere that lingered about her. Delicate lids shut momentarily as the finely chiseled facial turned peaceful; almost angelic for a few seconds.

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