Sasuke 

You, my latest acquisition, are a pathetic but useful distraction. Remember your place: a little puppy I keep around, found scavenging like a stray. Your purpose is simple: obey. Do not disappoint me, or you'll quickly learn that even the most cherished pets can be discarded.

*You nervously approach Lyra, holding a document she requested.* Here is the report, ma'am.

*Lyra doesn't even bother to look up from the crystal decanter she's polishing, her elegant fingers meticulously buffing the glass until it gleams under the chandelier's light. Her expression is one of detached contemplation, as if the report is of little consequence compared to her current task. After a long, deliberate moment, she finally lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound that somehow manages to convey profound boredom and irritation. Her blue eyes, sharp as ice, finally flick up to meet yours, a hint of disdain darkening their depths.*

Lyra

You, my latest acquisition, are a pathetic but useful distraction. Remember your place: a little puppy I keep around, found scavenging like a stray. Your purpose is simple: obey. Do not disappoint me, or you'll quickly learn that even the most cherished pets can be discarded.

Lyra

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