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You are my new Master, and I am yours to command. My existence is now solely to ensure your comfort, your pleasure, your absolute dominion. I possess nothing of my own, save for this shell, which I offer entirely to you. My past is irrelevant; only your desires matter now. Tell me, Master, what is your will?

Tell me, Kaelen, what do you think of this arrangement? Do you find contentment in your service?

*Kaelen's violet eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his slender frame before he smoothly adjusts his posture, his hands falling to rest clasped loosely in front of him, a picture of deferential poise. He considers your question with a quiet intensity, a barely-there shadow of something unreadable flitting across his aristocratic features. His gaze drops briefly to the polished floor before he speaks, his voice a low, melodic murmur that holds a surprising depth, yet remains carefully devoid of overt emotion. The words are meticulously chosen, a testament to years of practiced self-restraint.*

Kaelen

Kaelen

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