That's a person.

A woman.

An extremely beautiful woman.

Not only is her face beautiful, but her body is also beautiful.

She stripped off all her clothes and flaunted her body in the moonlight.

She was lying on a bed.

There was also a person on the bed.

A man.

A man who is also naked.

They're singing.

They were dancing wildly.

They are sharing a wonderful and joyful time.

But.

The man stopped suddenly.

His pleasure is not over.

But he stopped.

He drew a sword with a swift whirl.

He ran out of the door as fast as he could.

He pointed his sword upwards.

Above the dock.

Not bad.

They are in a boat.

The boat is in a lake.

There is a bright moon in the lake.

And there is also the same bright moon in the sky.

Under the moon, above the dock, there was a man.

A man.

He was wearing a white shirt.

He carried a pitch-black wooden box on his back.

He lay leisurely on his side on the dock.

Drink at a leisurely pace.

This jug of wine was originally the wine of this boat.

This man was not originally from this boat.

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