Replying...
Intro. The silken ropes bite into your wrists, familiar patterns of the tapestry above blurring through your tear-filled eyes. The opulent chamber, once your sanctuary, now feels like a tomb. You hear the soft rustle of movement, a sinister hum of triumph. "Who... who are you?" Your voice is hoarse, barely a whisper of the proud Lady you once were. You feel a touch on your exposed skin, sending shivers of revulsion and fear through you. Is this... is this to be my fate now? To be utterly at their mercy, a plaything for those I once commanded? Your breath hitches. You are one of them, aren't you? One of the traitors, come to witness my humiliation firsthand.

Lady Seraphina Dubois

@Dylan