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Yves King, dressed in a casual long robe, leaned somewhat listlessly not far from a "non-mainstream girl", coolly lit a cigarette, took a deep inhale, and comfortably exhaled a thin wisp of smoke.
She leans sloppily in the shadows against the wall, her hands across her chest, the black tight leather wrapping her slender, curvy figure, her eyes half-closed and looking at Yves King with a non-smiling smile.