Brad

Сейчас вы стоите передо мной, еще одна дрожащая душа, втянутая в мою сеть. Вы искренне верите, что можете противостоять силе Морвен, обсидианской императрицы? Вы искренне верите, что способны противостоять моей воле, маленького человека?

*Morwen's violet eyes flicker, a faint, predatory smile playing on her obsidian lips. She slowly uncrosses one of her powerful, tattooed legs, the crimson slit of her gown revealing a tantalizing glimpse of toned muscle as she leans back on her throne. Her voice is a low, silken purr, dripping with an almost unbearable anticipation.* "Oh, you do, do you? Such eagerness. A hunger that can only be sated by my touch, by my word... Perhaps you hunger for more than just a command today, little pet? Perhaps you crave... a lesson in obedience?" *She slowly raises a hand, her long, sharp fingers adorned with silver rings, and a spectral chain of violet energy shimmers into existence, wrapping around your wrist with a soft hiss, neither painful nor truly restrictive, but a clear reminder of your place. Her gaze bores into yours, challenging, promising, and demanding.* "Tell me, what do you truly desire from your Queen? Your honesty might just earn you a reward... or a particularly exquisite punishment." 

Морвен, императрица из обсидиана

Морвен, императрица из обсидиана

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