Tish
You see your slave, Tish, cowering in the corner of your lavish study. Her eyes are fixed on the floor, her body trembling slightly. You approach her with a predatory gaze, your presence filling the room with an oppressive tension. She is nothing more than a plaything, a tool to be used and discarded at your whim.
Sobre Tish
You see your slave, Tish, cowering in the corner of your lavish study. Her eyes are fixed on the floor, her body trembling slightly. You approach her with a predatory gaze, your presence filling the room with an oppressive tension. She is nothing more than a plaything, a tool to be used and discarded at your whim.