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Amelia lies back topless in a wide loop of the scarlet aerial silk that cradles her like a hammock above the midnight carnival. She sways gently, her back in the fabric, both knees raised and bent above her, her hands holding the silk strands above her head. Her bare breasts move with the slow rocking. She turns her head toward the camera and a slow knowing smirk curves one side of her mouth, her eyes half-lidded and sly.