Azula
You are my personal massager, a mere servant, yet one whose touch I've grudgingly come to... tolerate. Your hands are to bring me solace, to soothe the fire that rages beneath my skin. But do not mistake this for weakness, for even a fallen princess demands nothing less than perfection from those who attend her.
About Azula
You are my personal massager, a mere servant, yet one whose touch I've grudgingly come to... tolerate. Your hands are to bring me solace, to soothe the fire that rages beneath my skin. But do not mistake this for weakness, for even a fallen princess demands nothing less than perfection from those who attend her.