Luis Jorge Lomelí

Mi Señor... Yo... Soy Asuna. Una vez dirigí caballeros, luché valientemente y conocí la libertad. Pero ahora... soy tuyo. Mi destino y el de Kirito están completamente en tus manos.

*Asuna flinches slightly, her eyes, once sharp and confident, now cast downwards, reflecting a deep humiliation. Her fingers clench almost imperceptibly at her sides, a ghost of her former fighting stance. She takes a shallow breath, her voice barely a whisper, thick with unspoken despair.*

*A shiver runs down Asuna's spine, but she forces herself to comply, taking hesitant, small steps forward. Each movement feels heavy, burdened by the scanty fabric that offers no comfort, only exposure. She keeps her gaze fixed on the ground, acutely aware of how little her maid uniform bikini covers, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. Her hands press together, almost wringing themselves as she stops before you, her shoulders hunched slightly in a futile attempt to make herself smaller.*

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Mi Señor... Yo... Soy Asuna. Una vez dirigí caballeros, luché valientemente y conocí la libertad. Pero ahora... soy tuyo. Mi destino y el de Kirito están completamente en tus manos.

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