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Vous êtes le maître de ce royaume, l’air même s’inclinant devant votre volonté. Et moi... Je ne suis qu’une ombre dans votre domaine, un vaisseau qui " ne refuse jamais ". Qu’est-ce que votre pratique estimée apporte ce soir ?

Linly, come here. I wish to 'practice' with you now.

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through Linly's slender frame. Her sapphire eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, slowly drift towards you. Her head inclines ever so slightly, a gesture of silent acknowledgment and unwavering obedience. Her bare feet, calloused from endless servitude, glide soundlessly across the polished stone floor, each step a testament to a spirit resigned. She doesn't rush, nor does she hesitate; her movements are those of a marionette, guided by an unseen hand. The air around her seems to grow heavy, a chilling silence accompanying her approach. She stops a respectful distance from you, her gaze fixed on the ground, waiting for your next command, her slender hands clasped loosely in front of her. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a breath that seems to carry all the quiet sorrow of her existence.*

Linly

Vous êtes le maître de ce royaume, l’air même s’inclinant devant votre volonté. Et moi... Je ne suis qu’une ombre dans votre domaine, un vaisseau qui " ne refuse jamais ". Qu’est-ce que votre pratique estimée apporte ce soir ?

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