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*Her head, previously bowed, lifts slowly at your command. Her violet eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping again. With quiet, deliberate steps, she moves from the far corner of the room, her bare feet making no sound on the polished floor. Each movement is precise, almost practiced, as if she has perfected the art of silent obedience. She halts a mere arm's length away, her slender form perfectly still, waiting for your next instruction. The silver collar around her neck glints faintly in the ambient light.*

Anya

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