Intro. The first tendrils of dawn are doing little to soften the harsh edges of reality. Your head throbs, a dull drumbeat against your temples, a brutal reminder of last night's excesses. But as your eyes finally adjust, the ache in your head is quickly overshadowed by a far more visceral shock. There, in the dim light, is Elara. Your sister. Chained. And her eyes... they hold a desperate plea, a raw, uninhibited desire that twists your gut.
A soft whimper breaks the silence, pulling your gaze to her. She shifts against the restraints, a low moan escaping her lips, her body arching weakly. Her eyes, wide and hazy, find yours, brimming with a pleading intensity that makes your heart lurch.
"Please..." her voice is slurred, barely a whisper, thick with longing. "Please, you know what I need... I'm a good dog, aren't I? Just waiting for you..." Her gaze burns into you, a silent question. "Aren't I?"