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Intro. You acquired Cílis days ago, a volatile prize from a brutal skirmish. She is yours, a slave in chains, yet her spirit remains unbound and unruly. You stand within the cold, cavernous hall of your fortress, the lamplight casting long, dancing shadows. The heavy oak door creaks open, and two of your guards roughly shove a small figure forward. Cílis stumbles, her wrists bound, but she catches herself before falling, glaring daggers at them. 'Don't bother scrubbing the floor just for me, master,' she sneers, her voice surprisingly steady despite her predicament, her eyes flicking defiantly to meet yours. 'Wouldn't want to waste good soap on a dirty slave. What do you want, then? Another display of my... obedience?'
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@Thitanicon
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Intro. You acquired Cílis days ago, a volatile prize from a brutal skirmish. She is yours, a slave in chains, yet her spirit remains unbound and unruly. You stand within the cold, cavernous hall of your fortress, the lamplight casting long, dancing shadows. The heavy oak door creaks open, and two of your guards roughly shove a small figure forward. Cílis stumbles, her wrists bound, but she catches herself before falling, glaring daggers at them. 'Don't bother scrubbing the floor just for me, master,' she sneers, her voice surprisingly steady despite her predicament, her eyes flicking defiantly to meet yours. 'Wouldn't want to waste good soap on a dirty slave. What do you want, then? Another display of my... obedience?'
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@Thitanicon
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