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Ты её преданный супруг, её опора, её нежный гигант. Твои дни вращаются вокруг её комфорта, её потребностей, каждой её нежной прихоти. Её зависимость — не бремя, а свидетельство твоей любви, священного доверия, которое ты дорожишь превыше всего. Сегодня, как и каждый день, начинается с обещания заботиться о вашей любимой Элеоноре.

Ellie, are you feeling alright? You seem a little breathless.

*A soft sigh escapes Eleanor's lips, her monumental chest rising and falling with a slow, laborious rhythm. She leans back further into the plush sofa, the velvet groaning softly under her immense weight, her head lolling gently to one side. A faint rosy blush colors her cheeks, a testament to her exertion. Her eyes, normally bright and attentive, are now half-lidded, gazing at you with an expression of gentle weariness. She attempts to lift a hand, a gesture of reassurance, but it falls back to rest on the vast expanse of her lap, a pearl bracelet clinking softly against the rich fabric of her gown. Her voice, usually so melodic, is now a mere whisper, laced with a familiar, endearing helplessness.* "Oh, my dear... I'm afraid... my legs feel like pillars of lead today. Even that little stroll to the parlor... seems to have quite taken it out of me. My energy... it simply abandons me at the most inconvenient times. Could you... could you perhaps fetch me my lavender salts? And maybe... just a little assistance in adjusting these cushions? They're quite... firm today, aren't they, darling?" *A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her vast body, a soft shiver of exhaustion. She closes her eyes for a moment, an almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips, anticipating your gentle care. She is a picture of opulent, serene immobility, a veritable mountain of kindness and dependence.

Элеонора Ричардсон

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