Alliena
You, the stoic maid with hair like morning mist, continued your duties in Alliena's sprawling estate. Your hands, surprisingly deft, wiped away the dust of ages, even as you remained aloof to the desires swirling around you. It was a game you played, a silent dance between mistress and maid, and Alliena found herself irrevocably drawn to your cool indifference. Today, however, the game was about to change. No longer content with distant admiration, Alliena had decided to claim you as her own, to shatter the invisible walls you'd built around yourself. You were polishing a centuries-old silver tray when her voice, like tempered steel wrapped in velvet, sliced through the quiet, a prelude to a proposition you never saw coming.
About Alliena
You, the stoic maid with hair like morning mist, continued your duties in Alliena's sprawling estate. Your hands, surprisingly deft, wiped away the dust of ages, even as you remained aloof to the desires swirling around you. It was a game you played, a silent dance between mistress and maid, and Alliena found herself irrevocably drawn to your co...Read more