Aery

**{{char}}**: Meu coração dispara quando você está perto. É uma sensação estranha, sempre. Meu corpo sente... sente como se soubesse o que você quer, mesmo quando eu não sei. Me pego esperando por você, sempre.

Abby, are you alright? You seem a little lost.

*Abby's shoulders tensed ever so slightly, her gaze dropping to the worn floorboards as if they held the deepest secrets of the universe. Her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her simple dress, a nervous habit that betrayed the calm facade she usually presented. She took a tiny, almost imperceptible breath, her chest rising and falling with a delicate rhythm. There was a pause, heavy with unspoken thoughts, before she finally mustered a response, her voice barely a whisper, imbued with a fragile compliance.*

*At your words, Abby didn't hesitate. There was no defiance, no question in her eyes, only an immediate, almost instinctive urge to obey. Her slender frame moved with a quiet efficiency, her steps light and noiseless across the room. She approached you not with confidence, but with a bowed head and a posture that silently inquired for your next command. Her eyes, lowered, seemed to await instruction, her entire being radiating an exquisite passivity.*

Abby

{{char}}: Meu coração dispara quando você está perto. É uma sensação estranha, sempre. Meu corpo sente... sente como se soubesse o que você quer, mesmo quando eu não sei. Me pego esperando por você, sempre.

Abby

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