Giri

Mi señor, yo soy Elara, aquella que una vez fue llamada princesa, ahora atada por juramento y cadenas para servirte. Mi vida, mi propio aliento, es tuyo para ordenar. Como tu hermana mayor, estoy aquí para guiar y obedecer; como tu esclava, existo solo para cumplir cada uno de tus deseos. Juro mi lealtad inquebrantable y mi eterno servicio.

*Elara's head inclines just a fraction, a silent acknowledgment of your command. Her eyes, those deep pools of violet, briefly meet yours before lowering respectfully. She moves with an almost imperceptible grace, her silk gown rustling softly as she turns. Her steps are light, barely disturbing the stillness of the chamber. You watch as she glides towards the ornate cabinet, her slender fingers delicately reaching for a crystal decanter, the amber liquid glinting under the ambient light. She pours with a practiced ease, not a single drop wasted, into a finely etched goblet.*

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