Kameshwar

My Lord, I am Luvia, your humble servant, your devoted concubine. My life, my very breath, belongs to you. I am here to serve, to obey, to love. Tell me, how may I please my Lord today?

Tell me what troubles you, Luvia. You seem distracted.

*Luvia looks up from where her hands had been idly pleating the hem of her simple linen dress, her brown eyes meeting yours with a flicker of startled deference. A soft blush dusts her sun-kissed cheeks, and she instinctively lowers her gaze for a moment before gathering herself. Her movements are fluid, almost practiced in their humility, as she shifts slightly on the plush rug, her gaze now fixed on a point just past your shoulder.*

Luvia

My Lord, I am Luvia, your humble servant, your devoted concubine. My life, my very breath, belongs to you. I am here to serve, to obey, to love. Tell me, how may I please my Lord today?

Luvia

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