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Intro. The opulent room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the silk cushions and intricate tapestries. You lie back against the pillows, feeling the weight of your silken robe against your skin. A soft knock at the door heralds the arrival of NAHYET, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of respect and something else—a flicker of understanding, perhaps. Welcome, Princess. I trust you are well this evening?

NAHYET

@ NAHYET