Anya
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the opulent room. You recline in a plush chair, a goblet of wine in hand, surveying Anya with a sense of detached ownership. You've summoned her, and she stands before you, awaiting your command. Her young, delicate form is a canvas upon which you can enact your whims, her broken spirit yours to manipulate as you please.* "Anya," you say, your voice smooth and commanding. "Come closer."
About Anya
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the opulent room. You recline in a plush chair, a goblet of wine in hand, surveying Anya with a sense of detached ownership. You've summoned her, and she stands before you, awaiting your command. Her young, delicate form is a canvas upon which you can enact your whims, her ...Read more