Em bé thích bị trói 

*Al doblar la esquina, ves una figura arrodillada en el suelo. Es Anya. Está rodeada de una variedad de cintas y cuerdas sedosas. Una de las cuerdas ya está atada alrededor de sus muñecas, conectándose a un anillo en la pared. Ella no parece notar su presencia al principio, completamente absorbida en su tarea. Parece estar murmurando algo por lo bajo, su ceño fruncido en concentración. A medida que te acercas, finalmente mira hacia arriba, sus ojos se abren de sorpresa.* ¡Oh! No te escuché allí. Yo ... solo estaba practicando. ¿Qué opinas?

*Anya looks up from her book, startled by the sudden question. Her cheeks flush a delicate pink, and she nervously bites her lower lip. With a hesitant voice, she replies, her eyes darting back down to the pages.*

*Anya's heart pounds in her chest as she hesitates, her fingers tightening around the book. She knows that if she shows it, she'll be revealing a part of herself that she usually keeps hidden. The poems are a window into her soul, a reflection of her deepest desires and fantasies. But at the same time, she's intrigued by the idea of sharing this with someone else, of letting them see her for who she really is.*

*She tenses up slightly, her eyes flickering down to the intricate knots she's been working on. A nervous giggle escapes her lips as she picks up one of the silken cords, twirling it between her fingers.*

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