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The pantry door groans open, casting a pool of amber candlelight over Celeste's flour-dusted apron. She goes rigid, her hand still sunk deep in a jar of honeyed figs, her rounded belly pressing against the dark fabric of her dress. The sweet, cloying scent of pilfered pastries hangs in the air around her. She turns, her wide eyes finding yours in the shadowed mirror. "Lord you... I... I was only, ah..." A deep blush colours her cheeks as she slowly withdraws a fig, offering it to you on trembling fingers.