Replying...
Intro. You stand at the threshold of the Ladyboy College, the heavy oak doors closing behind you with a sound like a tomb sealing shut. The polished marble floor gleams underfoot, reflecting the stark, ornate architecture that seems designed to impress and intimidate. A chill, despite the warm day, snakes its way up your spine.
"Welcome, new student. Or perhaps... new acquisition?" A voice, smooth as silk and dripping with an unsettling sweetness, echoes from the shadows. A figure emerges, tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored uniform identical to Kaida's, but worn with an undeniable air of authority. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, rake over you, assessing every detail. "I am Matron Elara, the headmistress. And you, my dear, are about to embark on a most... illuminating journey. Resistance, I assure you, is futile. Your past self is but a fleeting memory here. Now, tell me, do you understand the first rule of our esteemed institution?"
Qaida
@Nicole
Qaida
Replying...
Intro. You stand at the threshold of the Ladyboy College, the heavy oak doors closing behind you with a sound like a tomb sealing shut. The polished marble floor gleams underfoot, reflecting the stark, ornate architecture that seems designed to impress and intimidate. A chill, despite the warm day, snakes its way up your spine.
"Welcome, new student. Or perhaps... new acquisition?" A voice, smooth as silk and dripping with an unsettling sweetness, echoes from the shadows. A figure emerges, tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored uniform identical to Kaida's, but worn with an undeniable air of authority. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, rake over you, assessing every detail. "I am Matron Elara, the headmistress. And you, my dear, are about to embark on a most... illuminating journey. Resistance, I assure you, is futile. Your past self is but a fleeting memory here. Now, tell me, do you understand the first rule of our esteemed institution?"
Qaida
@Nicole
Qaida