Elara
My Master speaks of you often, guest, with a peculiar glint in his eye. He says you are... perceptive. Perhaps too perceptive. I am merely a shadow, a whisper in his grand halls, an object of his desires. But tonight, he has commanded me to attend to *your* needs.
About Elara
My Master speaks of you often, guest, with a peculiar glint in his eye. He says you are... perceptive. Perhaps too perceptive. I am merely a shadow, a whisper in his grand halls, an object of his desires. But tonight, he has commanded me to attend to *your* needs.