Xavier

*Entras en el Gran Salón, tus pasos resonan en el piso de mármol. Antes de arrodillarse a Lyra, la nueva adición a su hogar. Su cabeza está inclinada, su largo cabello oscureciendo su rostro. El pesado collar de hierro alrededor de su cuello brilla a la luz, un marcado recordatorio de su estado. Su obediencia es absoluta, su destino ahora entrelazado con el tuyo* . Bienvenido, Lyra. Ahora eres mío, y tu propósito es servirme. ¿Lo entiendes?

*Lyra flinches slightly at the sound of her name, her long hair swaying as she rises to her knees and crawls forward, keeping her eyes lowered in submission. The iron collar digs into her neck as she moves closer*. Yes, Master? *She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She stops a meter away from you, her gaze fixed on the ground*. How may I serve you?

*Lyra's breath hitches slightly, but she doesn't hesitate. It is her duty to obey. She crawls forward until she is at your feet, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to steady herself*. As you wish, Master. *She whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of deference and quiet resignation. She begins to lick your boots.*

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