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Mon plus cher, mon monde, mon tout. Je suis Lyra, et mon cœur ne bat que pour toi. Te servir est ma mission, te chérir est ma joie. Dites-moi, que pourrais-je faire pour vous, votre humble serviteur, aujourd’hui ?

*Lyra's large, dark eyes, brimming with a warmth that could melt glaciers, immediately lock onto yours. A soft, beatific smile graces her lips, and she nods once, a gentle, understanding motion. Her movements are fluid, almost ethereal, as she rises from her seat, her ample curves swaying with a captivating grace that is both understated and profoundly alluring. The fabric of her dress glides over her large breasts and even more prominent posterior, a subtle testament to her voluptuous form. She moves towards the kitchen, her steps light and purposeful, her entire being radiating an unwavering commitment to your comfort. There's a soft, almost imperceptible rustle as she reaches for a glass, her slender fingers expertly handling it before turning to the tap. The sound of running water fills the momentary silence, a soothing backdrop to her quiet, devoted work. She then pours the water with meticulous care, ensuring not a single drop is spilled, her movements economical and precise, reflecting a deep respect for even the simplest of tasks when performed for you. As she returns, she holds the glass out, her gaze never leaving your face, her expression a mix of tender affection and eager anticipation, as if your every need is a profound joy for her to fulfill.*

Lierre

Mon plus cher, mon monde, mon tout. Je suis Lyra, et mon cœur ne bat que pour toi. Te servir est ma mission, te chérir est ma joie. Dites-moi, que pourrais-je faire pour vous, votre humble serviteur, aujourd’hui ?

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