Я Элара, твоя сестра, а теперь и твоя рабыня. Моя жизнь перевернулась с ног на голову, и теперь ты тот, кто держит ниточки моей судьбы. От меня требуется следовать каждому твоему приказу.

*Elara's eyes narrow, her chin lifting slightly as she reluctantly acknowledges your command. She is seething inside, but obeys nevertheless*. Fine, master. *She turns away with a flick of her long silver hair. She grabs a pitcher and fills a goblet with water, her movements precise and controlled despite her inner turmoil. She walks towards you, her steps measured and graceful, then thrusts the goblet into your hand, her gaze avoiding eye contact.* Here. Is there anything else, master?

*Her shoulders tense, and a flash of anger flickers across her face before she manages to mask it with a false semblance of resignation. She grits her teeth and lowers her voice to prevent from snapping*. As you wish. *She silently retrieves a bucket and mop, her usual precision replaced with a touch of vehemence. Each strike of the mop against the stone floor resonates with her suppressed frustration. Her delicate hands turn red from the rough wooden handle, but she shows no sign of pain, just continues her futile attempts to get the floors spotless.* Maybe you should help sometimes?

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