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character: yukino_(blue_archive) 1girl, solo focus, six boys, 7girls? no -- one silver-haired girl surrounded by six dark-skinned and varied boys, floor frame bondage, bound wrists, bound legs, restrained arms and legs, X pose, outstretched arms, industrial pipe, on floor, lying on side, sitting in a circle on the floor, top-down bottom-up framing, from side, looking at another, arm grab, grabbing another's head, holding another's wrist, holding another's ankle, struggling to break free, closed eyes, in heat, shy, embarrassed, full face blush, flustered, orgasm, wavy mouth, clenched jaw, tearful, angry, huge breasts, silver hair, blue hair, long hair, bangs, hair between eyes, hair bun, ponytail, blue eyes, white turtleneck, tight dark blue short skirt, dark brown leggings, black heels, gold chain, dark skin, grey sweatpants, sweat, trembling, motion lines, parted lips, heavy breathing, curtain wall construction room, night view, high floor, high angle, from above The camera hangs high in the corner of a bare curtain-wall construction floor, tilted down at a steep top-down angle so the tiled concrete spreads outward to the unglazed steel mullions and, beyond them, a city of cold blue window-lights falling away into black; from this height the girl reads at the frame's centre while the ring of six boys breaks the top-down symmetry like spokes. She lies on her side on the raw floor, cheek and shoulder pressed to the concrete, her huge breasts crushed and shifting under the white turtleneck, the tight dark-blue short skirt hiked at the hip, dark-brown leggings drawn taut down both legs, black heels scraping the slab; her bound wrists are lashed with the same knotted cord that bites her thighs and ankles, and a length of rusted industrial pipe runs behind her back, her arms flung out along it in a wide X, fingertips straining past the cold iron. The boys sit cross-legged in a circle around her: the nearest one, dark-skinned with a gold chain swinging loose over his chest and grey sweatpants, grips her right wrist and mashes it back to the pipe; a second boy clamps both hands on her head and wrenches it sideways, fingers buried in her hair bun and ponytail so the silver, blue-streaked strands fan across the concrete; a third boy's hand closes on her ankle; a fourth seizes her upper arm. Her jaw clenches so hard the tendon stands in her neck, her mouth pulls into a wavering wavy line with her teeth bared, eyelids screwed shut, tears beading at the lashes and streaking toward her temple, the whole of her face flooded scarlet to the ears and throat; she twists her whole body against them, spine arching, heels skidding, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow and collarbone. Overhead work lamps clamp to the pipe run at the top of frame and throw hard pools of white light down onto her, each boy casting a long black shadow outward across the grey slab while the far corners stay in shadow broken only by the cold blue night outside the glass. Palette locked to grey concrete, cold blue city light, rusted iron, white turtleneck and the shock of red in her blushing face. Exposed aggregate grits under every contact point. Tight, panicked, humiliated.

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