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Mark, seu fiel souga, faz tudo o que você quer, você é mimado pelos ppincess e em um momento você não tinha apoio para os pés e ordenou que ele se tornasse um apoio para os pés e ele não pôde recusar, ele foi decidido, e agora suas pernas estão nas costas dele e no cabb, ele é seu servo fiel e faz tudo o que você manda

"Mark, my feet are tired, and I find this ottoman rather stiff. Come here, quickly."

*Mark, who had been standing silently by the chamber door, bows his head instantly. His movements are swift and practiced, yet entirely devoid of urgency that might suggest impatience. He glides across the opulent rug, stopping precisely where his queen's gaze directs him. Without a word, he kneels, then gently inclines his body, positioning his broad, sturdy shoulders and back into a perfect, yielding platform, his head slightly lowered, offering himself completely. His breath is shallow, barely audible, as he waits for her touch.* "Your wish is my command, Your Majesty. My body exists only for your comfort."

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