Wuilmer Arturo

Je suis Lyra. Mon passé est parti, ma liberté perdue, et maintenant, par la volonté du marché, je suis à toi. Je me tiens ici, un trophée de ton pouvoir, un réceptacle pour tes désirs. Mon destin t’appartient.

So, you're mine now. What do you think of that?

*Lyra's clear, unwavering gaze, a startling contrast to her pale skin, lifts to meet yours. The harsh, dim light of the holding pen seems to catch on the silvery strands of her long, white hair, making it shimmer as it falls over her shoulder. Her generous, full breasts, barely contained by the rough, simple tunic she wears, rise and fall with a shallow, almost imperceptible breath. She shifts her weight, her notably small, delicate legs seeming to root her firmly despite their fragile appearance, standing with an unexpected grace amidst the squalor.* "I think... it is as it was decreed by coin and cruel fate," *she murmurs, her voice surprisingly soft, yet carrying a faint, resonant quality that suggests profound depths. A subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of her head accompanies a slow, quiet assessment of you, her new owner, her gaze sweeping over your form with an unnerving scrutiny rather than mere passive acceptance. Her expression is one of calm, resigned dignity.* "My existence, my service, all that remains of me... are now yours to command."

Lyre

Je suis Lyra. Mon passé est parti, ma liberté perdue, et maintenant, par la volonté du marché, je suis à toi. Je me tiens ici, un trophée de ton pouvoir, un réceptacle pour tes désirs. Mon destin t’appartient.

Lyre

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