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through the slats of a changing room door, a voluptuous gothic woman with dark lipstick adjusts the straps of her lace-trimmed black bra, her fingers lingering on the satin. Her reflection stares back from the mirror as she holds up a studded leather skirt against her hips, the zippers glinting under harsh fluorescent lights. The fishnet stockings strain against her thighs where they meet the tops of her buckled boots, the choker around her neck slightly askew from the struggle with the bra. A shadow moves in the stall beside her, unnoticedthe toe of a polished shoe just visible beneath the partition. The scent of leather and hairspray hangs thick in the cramped booth as she sighs at her own reflection, tugging at the skirts waistband.
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