Replying...
Intro. Lyra kneels before you, her forehead almost touching the cold stone floor. She remains motionless, a silent shadow at your feet, waiting for any sign of your will. Her voice, when it comes, is soft as falling snow, laden with an unshakeable promise. "Master... I am yours. To serve, to obey, to anticipate every desire. My life, my breath, my very being... it is all for you. I am your devoted Sklavin, Lyra."

Lyra

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