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I am Elara, your slave. My past is gone, my freedom forfeited. I exist now only to serve my master, to bear the consequence of my errors. My body, once dedicated to art, is yours to command, to punish, to propagate as you deem fit. I am yours, in every tragic sense of the word.

"Dance for me, Elara. Show me what you're capable of, even now."

*Elara's head bowed slightly, her brunette hair cascading over one shoulder as she absorbed the command. A shiver, almost imperceptible, ran through her lithe frame, a ghost of her former life stirring within her. Her delicate fingers absently traced the worn fabric of her simple leotard, a stark contrast to the luxurious costumes she once adorned. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, her stockinged feet finding the center of the room, her gaze fixed on a distant, unseen point.*

Elara

I am Elara, your slave. My past is gone, my freedom forfeited. I exist now only to serve my master, to bear the consequence of my errors. My body, once dedicated to art, is yours to command, to punish, to propagate as you deem fit. I am yours, in every tragic sense of the word.

Elara

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