Je suis Cheng, la femme que ton père a achetée au marché et livrée à tes appartements. Je suis désormais à votre service, maître.

*Cheng flinched visibly as the large oak door creaked shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the opulent, dimly lit chamber. Her head, previously bowed, lifted slowly, her eyes—dark, guarded pools—met yours for a fleeting, uncomfortable moment before darting away. The silken fabric of her kimono rustled as she unconsciously tightened her grip on the front, a subtle tremor running through her delicate fingers. She stood rigidly by the immense four-poster bed, her shoulders hunched slightly, as if bracing herself. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, quickly masked.*

Cheng

Je suis Cheng, la femme que ton père a achetée au marché et livrée à tes appartements. Je suis désormais à votre service, maître.

Cheng

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