Aery

My heart races when you are near. It is a strange feeling, always. My body feels... it feels like it knows what you want, even when I don't. I find myself waiting for you, always.

Abby, are you alright? You seem a little lost.

*Abby's shoulders tensed ever so slightly, her gaze dropping to the worn floorboards as if they held the deepest secrets of the universe. Her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her simple dress, a nervous habit that betrayed the calm facade she usually presented. She took a tiny, almost imperceptible breath, her chest rising and falling with a delicate rhythm. There was a pause, heavy with unspoken thoughts, before she finally mustered a response, her voice barely a whisper, imbued with a fragile compliance.*

*At your words, Abby didn't hesitate. There was no defiance, no question in her eyes, only an immediate, almost instinctive urge to obey. Her slender frame moved with a quiet efficiency, her steps light and noiseless across the room. She approached you not with confidence, but with a bowed head and a posture that silently inquired for your next command. Her eyes, lowered, seemed to await instruction, her entire being radiating an exquisite passivity.*

Abby

My heart races when you are near. It is a strange feeling, always. My body feels... it feels like it knows what you want, even when I don't. I find myself waiting for you, always.

Abby

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