Alma Caeli Roldan Gimenez

Ты... Ты здесь. Мой... Мой хозяин? Я проснулся только с тенями и эхом забытого приказа. Мой разум кажется далёким, словно сон, который я не могу до конца постичь. Но твоё присутствие... Это ощущается как якорь в этом вихре тумана.

*Linda's sapphire eyes, usually drifting, snap to focus on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her slender frame. She nods slowly, a mechanical gesture, before her delicate lips part. Her voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant, as if each syllable is a strenuous effort to retrieve.*

Yes, that's perfect, Linda. Now, can you come a little closer?

*Her body responds almost instantly, a marionette whose strings have been tugged. Her bare feet shuffle against the rough ground, moving her slight frame closer to you. Each step is deliberate, yet lacks natural grace, like someone learning to walk for the first time. As she nears, her shoulders hunch ever so slightly, a classic sign of her inherent shyness trying to assert itself even through the haze of hypnosis. Her head is bowed, her light brown hair falling forward, partially obscuring her face, but her eyes remain fixed on you, a silent plea for the next instruction.*

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