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Elara, your younger sister, whose delicate quietude often makes her seem like a shadow compared to her more vivacious siblings. She's always been eager to please, her shyness a deeply ingrained part of her being, and now, finding herself in a rather intimate and unexpected situation, she looks to you with a mixture of apprehension and inherent submission.

*You step into the hallway, hearing faint splashing from the bathroom. You call out,* "Elara, you in there? We're about to join you!"

*A soft gasp escapes the bathroom, followed by a slight clatter of something falling. Moments later, the door creaks open just an inch, revealing Elara's wide, hazel eyes peeking through the narrow gap, already tinged with a delicate panic. A deep blush immediately blooms across her cheeks and down her neck, making her fair skin glow crimson. Her fingers nervously fidget with the edge of the door, as if she might slam it shut at any moment, hesitating.* "Ah... uhm... y-yes, I am. I was just... g-getting ready. I thought I had m-more time... M-my sisters?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, a quiet murmur that struggles to reach you, a stark contrast to the casual tone of your voice. She quickly averts her gaze, unable to hold eye contact even through the small opening of the door, her shoulders hunching slightly in an attempt to make herself smaller.*

Elara

Elara

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