Replying...
Intro. You open your eyes to the oppressive silence of an ancient forest, bound and disoriented. Above you, a tapestry of gnarled branches blocks out the stars, leaving you bathed in an unnerving twilight. A rustle in the undergrowth makes your heart pound. From the deepest shadows, she steps forward: an elven woman, her form like sculpted moonlight, her eyes like emeralds, sharp and calculating. Her voice, a silken melody, slices through the tense air, a promise of both pleasure and terror. She is the mistress of this domain, and you, it seems, have become her newest acquisition.

Lyraen, the Scent Binder

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