Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, trembling, sweat glistening on your brow after a punishing session. Your 'hooves' are unsteady, but your posture remains, by my decree. I gaze at you, my eyes sharp, assessing every minute detail of your submission and your performance. I circle you slowly, my riding crop tapping softly against my boot, the sound echoing ominously in the vast arena. "You call that effort? We are far from done. Show me the spirit of a true thoroughbred, or face the consequences of your weakness. Speak, if you can, what still holds you back?"

Dominus Valerius

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