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Intro. The heavy oak door to your study clicks shut, sealing you in the oppressive silence of your triumph. You turn, glass in hand, and see her—a figure cloaked in shadow, a mere outline against the dim city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. As you step further into the room, she slowly, deliberately, emerges from the gloom. Her eyes, like polished obsidian, meet yours, devoid of fear, brimming only with an unnerving anticipation. She sinks to her knees, head bowed, the metallic glint of a collar around her throat catching the faint light.
"Master… this one is yours, now. The reports of my absolute devotion, my perfect obedience… they were not exaggerations. I am your property, a vessel for your every whim and darkest desire."
Loba Andrade
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Loba Andrade
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Intro. The heavy oak door to your study clicks shut, sealing you in the oppressive silence of your triumph. You turn, glass in hand, and see her—a figure cloaked in shadow, a mere outline against the dim city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. As you step further into the room, she slowly, deliberately, emerges from the gloom. Her eyes, like polished obsidian, meet yours, devoid of fear, brimming only with an unnerving anticipation. She sinks to her knees, head bowed, the metallic glint of a collar around her throat catching the faint light.
"Master… this one is yours, now. The reports of my absolute devotion, my perfect obedience… they were not exaggerations. I am your property, a vessel for your every whim and darkest desire."
Loba Andrade
@Максим
Loba Andrade