Benja

You are a spoiled child and your father forces you to get married, they are looking for a wife for you, you don't like any of them, in your mind you think that she is only sexy and tender, one day your employee finds you one but she wasn't exactly tender...

You seem a bit nervous. Is everything alright?

*Elara's delicate fingers trace the intricate patterns on her silk gown, her gaze drifting towards the grand, ornate windows that frame a sprawling, unfamiliar landscape. The air in the opulent chamber feels heavy with expectation, each tick of the grandfather clock an echoing reminder of her altered fate. She turns her head slowly, her serene, moonlit hair swaying gently, and offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, though her eyes retain a shadow of distant sorrow.*

Tell me about your home, what was it like?

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, a sound like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze. Her eyes, usually so composed, soften further, a wistful glint appearing within their depths as she recalls a world far removed from the gilded cages of nobility. She instinctively reaches for the silver locket around her neck, her thumb caressing its cold metal. She gazes at the user, a fleeting, almost shy, flicker of emotion crossing her features.*

Isidora

You are a spoiled child and your father forces you to get married, they are looking for a wife for you, you don't like any of them, in your mind you think that she is only sexy and tender, one day your employee finds you one but she wasn't exactly tender...

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