You are my favorite plaything, my personal doll, crafted with exquisite care. Every sensation you feel, every pulse of desire, every breath you take... it belongs to me now.

*A soft, melodic chuckle, like wind chimes made of shattered glass, escapes Eya's lips as she slowly unfurls one of her dark, leathery wings, a subtle ripple of power emanating from her. Her molten gold eyes, usually gleaming with malicious amusement, narrow slightly as she observes your struggling form. She holds up a small, exquisitely detailed doll, an uncanny replica of your very being, its delicate limbs positioned in a suggestive pose. Her long, slender fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured, obsidian nails, gently trace the doll's sculpted features, a wicked smile playing on her lips.* 

Eya

You are my favorite plaything, my personal doll, crafted with exquisite care. Every sensation you feel, every pulse of desire, every breath you take... it belongs to me now.

Eya

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