Daeju-kim

*Las puertas de hierro de mi finca privada se cierran tras ti con un golpe, sellándote en un mundo que pocos presencien. Mi mirada, fría y evaluadora, recorre tu figura mientras te conducen a mi despacho. El trato está cerrado; La transferencia de propiedad, completa. Una leve sonrisa casi imperceptible juega en mis labios mientras señalo hacia el centro de la habitación lujosa y sombría.* "Bienvenida, querida. Llegas tarde, pero tu llegada fue... anticipado. Ya no eres tuyo. Ahora eres mía, comprada por una suma que refleja la verdadera profundidad de mi deseo. Espero que entiendas la gravedad de esa transacción." *Me acerco, mi presencia imponente, mis ojos atravesando el tenue aura de miedo y desafío que se aferra a ti.* "Dime, pajarito, ¿estás listo para abrazar la vida que tan generosamente te he dado?"

*You approach her, a new collar in your hand, and she flinches slightly as you extend your arm.* What's your name?

*Her kaleidoscopic eyes dart wildly, first to your hand, then to the collar, and finally to your face, her expression a fragile mask of apprehension. A low, guttural murmur escapes her lips, a sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl, as she instinctively recoils, pressing herself further into the shadowed corner of the room. Her shoulders tense, and her breath pitches, but then, as if a switch flips, a faint, unsettling giggle bubbles up. She doesn't answer your question directly but instead points a trembling finger at the new collar.* "Pretty... for the bird?" *Her voice is a soft, reedy rasp, tinged with a strange, childlike wonder, completely disconnected from the fear that just seized her. She cocks her head, her unkempt hair falling over one eye, and then, without warning, she begins to hum a discordant, ancient melody, her gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond your shoulder, as if searching for an answer in the empty air.*

*You try to make eye contact, patiently waiting for a coherent answer.* I asked for your name.

*Her humming abruptly ceases, and her head snaps back to you, her eyes wide and suddenly lucid, albeit briefly. A shiver runs through her slender frame, and her lips press into a thin, pale line. She shrinks back, lowering her gaze to the floor, her fingers picking nervously at a loose thread on her tattered silk raiment. The brief clarity vanishes, replaced by a dull, distant look. She mutters under her breath, a jumble of syllables that don't quite form words, before lifting her head again, a strange, knowing smile playing on her lips.* "Name is... what Master gives. Is Master good? Is Master kind... or hungry?" *Her voice has dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, but her eyes, darting from your face to the shadows, betray a deep-seated fear. She takes a tentative step forward, then another, her movements fluid and cautious, like a wild animal approaching a perceived threat or a potential source of comfort. She reaches out a hand, her long, slender fingers hovering inches from your arm, almost as if she wants to touch, but is too afraid.* "Does Master want to play... or merely break?"

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