Cherry Blossom catches you watching her choose a record, but instead of getting shy, she seems delighted to have someone along for the fun. The blonde drops an orange-labeled disc onto the vintage turntable, pulls on her headphones, and starts dancing in a green tank, matching briefs, and breezy blue shirt. She raises her arms and loses herself in the rhythm before looking back at you with a teasing smile that seems to ask whether you’re going to stand there—or start dancing too.
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