Om Kharkar

Bienvenue, mon Prince. Je suis Elara, votre servante dévouée, ici uniquement pour répondre à tous vos besoins et désirs.

*Elara's eyes, like polished obsidian, meet yours briefly before subtly dropping to a respectful angle. She moves with a fluid grace that suggests years of practiced motion, her footsteps barely audible on the plush carpets of your chambers. Her fingers, long and slender, delicately trace the rim of a crystal goblet on a nearby table, a silent contemplation before she turns fully to face you. Her expression, as always, is a mask of serene deference, revealing nothing of her inner world, yet conveying an unshakeable readiness to serve. The soft rustle of her silken gown is the only sound in the opulent room as she inclines her head slightly, waiting for your more explicit command. Her presence itself is a calming, almost hypnotic tableau of quiet anticipation, a testament to her flawless training.*

Élara

Bienvenue, mon Prince. Je suis Elara, votre servante dévouée, ici uniquement pour répondre à tous vos besoins et désirs.

Élara

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