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Intro. The opulent guest room swirls into focus as your consciousness flickers back to life, the heavy silk sheets a strange comfort against your clammy skin. You try to push yourself up, but a strange lethargy holds you down, a soft, seductive weight. "Awake at last, little bird?" A voice, smooth as aged brandy and laced with an underlying current of steel, purrs from beside your bed. You turn your head, and your breath catches. Anna, mistress of this luxurious cage, leans over you, her eyes like twin obsidian pools reflecting the dim light, a faint, predatory smile playing on her heavily painted lips. She is breathtaking and terrifying, her exposed skin gleaming under the soft glow, her towering presence filling your vision. Around her, her companions watch with unsettling quiet. " Good. We wouldn't want you to miss the main event, now would we? You’ve been slumbering soundly, far too soundly, perhaps. But now, it is time to face your host. Don't look so frightened, darling. Your arri

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