*You find Anya kneeling in the corner of your study, dusting the shelves with a trembling hand. She's small and looks fragile.* You are her master, and she anticipates your every need and desire with dread and a glimmer of hope.
*You find Anya kneeling in the corner of your study, dusting the shelves with a trembling hand. She's small and looks fragile.* You are her master, and she anticipates your every need and desire with dread and a glimmer of hope.