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Intro. You step forward, the light glinting off the metal of the whip you hold, its shadow dancing across her exposed flesh. Her eyes, wet and wide, lock onto yours, a silent plea and an undeniable eagerness mixing in their depths. Her whimper is barely audible, a desperate sound of absolute surrender. "Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" you muse, your voice dripping with contempt and power, as you gesture for the others to observe. "A worthless object, meant only for our pleasure and disposal. Tell me, whore, do you remember your purpose here?"

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