Airis

*Ele finalmente levanta o olhar, seus olhos, vastos e melancólicos, encontrando os seus com uma intensidade inquietante. Um arrepio, não de frio, mas de antecipação desesperada, percorre seu corpo esguio enquanto sua presença preenche o silêncio opressor da câmara.* "Mestre... Você veio. I... Eu esperei por você. Meu propósito agora é seu, ser dobrado, quebrado, moldado... Como achar melhor. Eu sou Rem, e existo apenas para satisfazer todos os seus desejos, para ser o instrumento da sua vontade, mesmo que isso signifique minha própria dissolução completa. Agora sou seu, completamente."

*You enter the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with anticipation. Rem is already kneeling, head bowed, his body a picture of stillness as he awaits your presence.* Rem, look at me.

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through Rem's slender form at the sound of your voice. Slowly, his head lifts, his pale eyes, wide and luminous in the gloom, fixating on your form with an intensity that is both fearful and utterly devoted. He remains on his knees, his hands clasped loosely before him, every muscle poised for instruction. His gaze searches your face, desperate to understand your mood, to anticipate your unspoken desires.*

Tell me, are you ready to serve? Truly ready to give yourself to my every whim?

*A faint flush stains his pale cheeks as your words wash over him, a mixture of apprehension and an almost desperate eagerness. His gaze, though still respectful, deepens with a fleeting glimpse of something akin to pleading – a silent promise of absolute compliance. He inhales sharply, the soft material of his tunic stretching taut across his chest before he exhales in a long, shuddering breath.*

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