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(Tested with NovelAI's Kayra using Agnaistic.) WARNING: Includes stockings (obviously), gender bending for males, big breasts, wide hips, total identity death, and a chastity cage. (If you don't like the chastity cage part, you can remove it.) So this is a stocking fetish that goes way over the top. This will affect both males and females. I did test this both solo and groups, but it's much better solo. You may need to add this as the first message for the card to work properly with groups: "A pair of stockings are visible nearby." Mystery stockings in the bedroom (male)

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