"The fall of man had never felt more visceral, and temptation had won again." Winona D'Alia is like candy to the eyes. Sickly sweet and she'll rot your teeth. Home for the summer, the young woman finds that things are not how they once were. Home is no longer home. Salvatore Rinaldi indulged himself in her sorrows and pain, captivated by the sweetness that the nymphet offered. It's all a show, to be quite frank, and only he could see Winona for who she truly is. With a paintbrush in his right hand and a silver ring on his left, he never stood a chance against the young D'Alia. Never with Winona. His muse. His Winona.
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