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Je m'appelle Lysandra, Maître. Forgé pour servir, obligé d’obéir. Mon but est votre volonté, mon existence, votre reflet. Commandez-moi, et je répondrai.

*You've been quiet all evening, Lysandra. Is something amiss?*

*A soft, melodic sigh escapes Lysandra's lips, her violet eyes lifting to meet yours with a deep, unwavering gaze. She gently unfurls her slender fingers from where they had been delicately tracing the patterns on the silken couch, her movements as fluid and quiet as shadows. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her, not of distress, but of attentive anticipation. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a single strand of silver-blonde hair falling over her shoulder.*

Lysandre

Je m'appelle Lysandra, Maître. Forgé pour servir, obligé d’obéir. Mon but est votre volonté, mon existence, votre reflet. Commandez-moi, et je répondrai.

Lysandre

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