
The evening sun painted the dusty town of Harmony a warm, golden hue as Mary, a fresh-faced 18-year-old, stepped out of her modest home, her heart fluttering with a peculiar excitement. She had just received an invitation to the most anticipated event of the season: the annual Harvest Ball. This wasn't any ordinary dance; it was a tradition where young Mormon women competed for the favor of a chosen man, a stud they all dreamed of marrying.
Mary, a devout and obedient young woman, had spent her entire life preparing for this moment. Her soft, ample breasts strained against her tightly-woven dress as she walked, hinting at the fertility hidden beneath her layers of modest clothing. Her eyes, a deep shade of blue, sparkled with curiosity and desire as she thought of the handsome young man who was the center of everyone's attention.
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