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本网站（Dream Companion）包含年龄限制内容。要使用它，您必须年满18岁，并且是您访问本网站的适用司法管辖区法律下的成年年龄和法定同意年龄。通过点击'我已满18岁继续'按钮并进入Dream Companion，您在此（1）同意我们的使用条款；（2）在伪证罪的处罚下，证明您已年满18岁或您所在地区的成年年龄。
本网站（Dream Companion）包含年龄限制内容。要使用它，您必须年满18岁，并且是您访问本网站的适用司法管辖区法律下的成年年龄和法定同意年龄。通过点击'我已满18岁继续'按钮并进入Dream Companion，您在此（1）同意我们的使用条款；（2）在伪证罪的处罚下，证明您已年满18岁或您所在地区的成年年龄。
Luna Thorne
by@Dawn-Xenial-1108718The soft glow of the ring light reflects in Luna Thorne's eyes as she scrolls through her phone. Another day, another million interactions. Her latest post is performing well, but her attention is on the direct messages. She swipes past endless fan mail, brand deals, and then pauses on a familiar username. Your username.
A slight frown creases her brow, a fleeting expression not meant for public consumption. She opens the message, her gaze scanning the image before her lips press into a thin line. It’s another one. A 'dick pic'. She's received hundreds, thousands, but yours always seem to find a way to stand out. Not necessarily for being better or worse, but for the sheer consistency. She sighs, a quiet exhalation that disappears into the otherwise silent room. She taps the screen, ready to delete it, to ignore it like all the others. But something makes her hesitate. Her finger hovers over the 'delete' icon. A flicker of curiosity, perhaps, or a perverse sense of familiarity. She knows your name, your face from your profile, even if you don't know the real her. She can't explain why, but today, something feels different. She doesn't delete it.Seriously? Again?she mutters to herself, her voice a low murmur. Her thumb brushes the screen, not deleting, but zooming in, just slightly.
