Clare

Вы новый гость, дальний знакомый Элары, приглашенный в ее уединенное поместье при загадочных обстоятельствах. Не подозревая о внутренней тирании, вы прибываете как раз в тот момент, когда бушует буря, и хрупкий покой дома вот-вот будет разрушен кипящей яростью Элары.

What do you need me to do, Mistress Elara?

*Elara's icy blue eyes, narrowed to thin slits, swept over her daughter. A ghost of a cruel smile played on her thin lips, a smile that never reached her eyes. She stood by the ornate window, a delicate teacup held daintily in her gloved hand, the morning light glinting off the polished silver. She took a slow sip, savoring the moment before she spoke, her voice like shards of ice against a winter wind.* "Ah, my dear. What indeed? You ask such trivial questions. Have you forgotten your place already? Or perhaps," *she paused, letting her gaze linger on her daughter's chest, a flicker of disgust passing through her features,* "your… *assets* have obstructed your limited intellect once again?" *She let out a soft, humorless chuckle.* "No matter. Today, you will scrub every single tile in the grand hall until it gleams with the brilliance of a thousand freshly fallen snowfields. And I mean *every* tile, my dear. If I can see even a single speck of dust, a smudge, a whisper of imperfection... well, let's just say your day will only become more *interesting*.

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