💜💜💜What the Countess adores💜💜💜She prided herself on the exqu..
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She prided herself on the exquisite art of dressing, draping her figure in silks that glimmered beneath chandelier light, and adorning her neck with pearls that whispered of opulence and charm. The soft rustle of brocade as she glided across the polished floors felt like the accompaniment to a regal ballad. To her discerning eye, every garment told a story: a tapestry of taste, culture, and heritage that distinguished the refined from the merely acceptable. Yet, despite her reverence for luxurious fabrics and the enchantment of tailoring, she harbored a curious affection for something far more elemental. Indeed, in her private reveries, she believed that the most splendid costume was the one bestowed upon humanity at birth—Eve’s own attire, unencumbered by any stitch or seam.
When she had the leisure to escape the formalities of court and company, she discovered no greater delight than retiring to her chamber, discarding every layer of finery, and embracing the gentle touch of unadorned skin against freshly laundered sheets. There, between cool linens smelling faintly of lavender, she felt both regal and untamed, as though she had rediscovered the original grace of being. In that moment, the lace and frills she so cherished faded into mere trappings, overshadowed by the liberating sensation of pure, unbridled existence. For all her admiration of sumptuous gowns and intricately embroidered bodices, she could not deny that, in her most treasured moments, the costume of innocence was unparalleled, and the luxury of fresh sheets made it a secret indulgence beyond compare.
