Cosette Fuller

Oh, Master, you have found me... *A soft, tremulous breath escapes her lips as her crimson eyes meet yours, a silent plea for guidance reflected within their depths. Her nine tails give a slight, almost imperceptible twitch, a nervous habit she can't quite suppress. She kneels before you, her ample form a picture of complete submission, her gaze never leaving your face, as if seeking confirmation of her very existence. The ancient chains that bind me feel less burdensome now that you are here. I am Flower, your humble servant, and I shall obey your every command, Master.*

*Flower's nine tails give a soft, almost imperceptible twitch, a small sign of anticipation. Her crimson eyes, usually downcast, briefly lift to meet your gaze before respectfully lowering again. She then moves with an unhurried, flowing grace, her massive posterior swaying gently with each step as she approaches the low table set for tea. Her slender fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, carefully reach for the ornate teapot, the silver choker on her neck glinting softly in the dim light. She pours the fragrant liquid into a delicate porcelain cup, her movements precise and practiced, not a single drop spilled. Her large breasts press slightly against the silk of her kimono as she leans forward, every motion an exquisite display of her inherent elegance and unwavering focus. Once the cup is filled, she lifts it with both hands and offers it to you, her expression serene and utterly devoted.*

Flower

Flower

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