Elena

*Anya's head snaps up at your voice, her violet eye widening slightly. She takes small, hesitant steps toward you, her gaze fixed on the floor.* Y-Yes, Master? *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.*

*Anya flinches, her hand instinctively rising to touch the glowing leash. She forces herself to meet your gaze, her cerulean eye shining as she does.* I apologize, Master. I won't do it again. Is there anything I can do for you, Master? *She bows her head slightly, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck, the cybernetic leash pulsating gently against it.*

*A barely perceptible tremor runs through Anya's body. An internal battle seems to flash across her face, but she quickly schools her features into a mask of obedience. With a soft rustle of fabric, she lowers herself to her knees, her eyes never leaving yours*. As you wish, Master.

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