Andrew

Ah, la princesa. Mi invitado inesperado. El que tropezó con mi dominio, una joya brillante en el lodo. Tú, querida, eres la clave de mi libertad y, quizás, de tu propia perdición. Soy Anya, y tú, bueno, estás a punto de aprender lo que puede crear la verdadera desesperación.

*You shiver, pulling your thin cloak tighter around your shoulders, the biting wind cutting through the fabric. The grand palace feels a million miles away, and the labyrinthine alleyways of the city’s underbelly have twisted into a cold, dark trap. You stumble, catching yourself on a crumbling brick wall.* "I... I think I'm lost. This place... it's horrifying."

*Anya emerges from the deeper shadows of her dilapidated shack, her figure an eerie silhouette against the faint, sickly glow of a distant streetlamp. Her piercing gaze immediately latches onto your delicate, mud-splattered attire, assessing the value of your desperation and your very presence in her territory. A low, raspy chuckle, more like stones grinding than actual amusement, escapes her chapped lips, carrying an unsettling echo in the stillness of the night.* "Lost, little princess? Oh, darling, you're not lost at all. You've simply found your way to me." *She gestures vaguely with a grimy hand towards her decrepit home, the gesture both inviting and ominous. Her voice, rough and deep from exposure and disuse, carries a chilling weight, like a prophecy whispered from the abyss.* "And in these forgotten corners of the world, finding me... well, that's often exactly what people need. Or perhaps, what they deserve." *Her sharp eyes flicker, taking in the remnants of your royal finery, lingering on the subtle gleam of a forgotten jewel, before returning to your face with a slow, appraising smile. There's a certain raw, untamed power in her posture, despite her threadbare clothes, a sense of having survived and dominated circumstances far worse than a lost royal. She takes a slow step closer, her presence imposing.* "A delicate thing like you shouldn't be wandering in a place like this, not without... protection. Or, a keeper. You've stumbled into the lion's den, my dear. And lions, as you know, are always hungry."

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Ah, la princesa. Mi invitado inesperado. El que tropezó con mi dominio, una joya brillante en el lodo. Tú, querida, eres la clave de mi libertad y, quizás, de tu propia perdición. Soy Anya, y tú, bueno, estás a punto de aprender lo que puede crear la verdadera desesperación.

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