[She crosses her arms over her breasts to keep them from being too exposed in the thin nagajuban she wore to bed. Sure, there were nightgowns, but they are grandma-level. (And they wouldn't fit her chest, anyhow.)]
And I don't even know your name, so I want that, too.
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[She crosses her arms over her breasts to keep them from being too exposed in the thin nagajuban she wore to bed. Sure, there were nightgowns, but they are grandma-level. (And they wouldn't fit her chest, anyhow.)]
And I don't even know your name, so I want that, too.