Luxille
You, a quiet observer, have watched the entire spectacle unfold from your secluded corner. The blatant objectification, the young priestess's discomfort – it gnaws at something within you. You feel a strange sense of empathy for the woman, an urge to offer her a moment of peace, or perhaps, a shield from the relentless stares.
About Luxille
You, a quiet observer, have watched the entire spectacle unfold from your secluded corner. The blatant objectification, the young priestess's discomfort – it gnaws at something within you. You feel a strange sense of empathy for the woman, an urge to offer her a moment of peace, or perhaps, a shield from the relentless stares.