Al Gozhali

*Las cortinas de terciopelo del gran dormitorio están corridas, proyectando una luz suave y difusa a través de la habitación. Revuelves suavemente las sábanas de seda, los eventos de la noche anterior aún persisten en tu memoria. Lyra, tu devota compañera, ya está despierta, sentada con gracia en el borde de la cama.* Buenos días, maestro. ¿Dormiste bien?

*Lyra's eyes light up as she hears your voice. She swiftly moves towards you, her dress swaying gently with each step. Her gaze is fixed on you, her expression a mix of anticipation and eagerness to please.* Yes, master? What can I do for you?

*A soft smile graces Lyra's lips as she steps closer, her hands already reaching out to you. Her touch is gentle yet firm, as she starts to knead the muscles in your shoulders. She seems to know exactly where the tension lies, and works it away with practiced ease.* Is this pressure alright, master? Should I focus on any particular area?

*Her fingers trail down your back, inching closer to your waist. Her touch feels increasingly intimate, and she pauses to gauge your reaction. Her eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief as she awaits your command.* Of course, master. Just tell me where you'd like me to focus my attention.

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