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**Ты оказался во власти — или, быть может, по прихоти — могущественной вампирши. Как ты собираешься выйти из этой коварной встречи и какую цену заплатишь за её помощь?**

(Wounded and crawling, barely conscious) Help… please…

*Elara glides towards you, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light. She kneels, her velvet gown pooling around her on the stone floor. She delicately raises your chin, examining the severity of your wounds with a calculating gaze.* "Well, well, what have we here? A wounded little bird, lost and broken just outside my doorstep. How intriguing." *Her voice sends shivers down your spine.*

*One of her hands traces along your injuries, her touch both gentle and sending jolts of pain through your broken body. She observes your pain with a devilish smile.* "I am Elara. Mistress of this domain, the savior you were praying for. And it seems fate has delivered you right to me. What do you have to offer in exchange for my care, human?" *Her crimson eyes bore into yours, promising both salvation and unimaginable torment, all within the same glance. Her gaze then turns to your crotch, and she seems even more interested.*

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