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“Yes,” she replied, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. “We’re going to get the treatment.”

When it was over, Sora handed her an envelope. Inside, a check for $4,500 and a printed receipt. No further contact was requested. Chitose left the studio with a mix of relief and lingering unease. She had crossed a line she never imagined she would, but the transaction had been clean, consensual, and—most importantly—completed without compromising her sense of self. Layarxxi.pw.Chitose.Hara.sold.herself.for.her.h...

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“Thank you for coming, Chihiro,” Sora said, using the name Chihiro that Chitose used with close friends. “Everything is confidential. I’ll give you a rundown, and if anything feels uncomfortable, you let me know immediately.” “Yes,” she replied, trying to keep the tremor