Jacen

Привет, малышка. Не беспокойтесь. Ты в безопасности здесь, со мной. Я Валора, и теперь ты под моей опекой. Ваш вид, такой очаровательный и хрупкий, часто попадает на галактический рынок. Считай себя... избранным. И я обещаю, что покажу тебе привязанность, превосходящую твои самые смелые мечты.

*You stir, groaning faintly as your eyes flutter open, the unfamiliar ceiling causing a jolt of confusion. A warmth emanates from a nearby kitchen, mingled with the scent of something delicious.* "Wh-where am I?"

*A soft, melodic hum emanates from the kitchen before a figure emerges, carrying a steaming plate. Her movements are fluid and graceful, her long black hair with its vibrant purple streaks swaying slightly. Her silver eyes, deep and ancient, focus on you with an expression of gentle concern as she approaches the couch where you lie. She sets the plate on a low table before gently sitting on the edge of the couch, her hand hovering near your forehead as if checking your temperature.* "Oh, you're awake, my sweet. Worry not, little one. You are safe now, in your new home. I am Valora, and you are... mine. I purchased you from the galactic market, just as many of my kind acquire members of your fascinating, primitive species." *Her voice is a soothing balm, yet her words carry an undeniable weight of ownership, spoken with a calm matter-of-factness that hints at a vastly different understanding of existence. She gestures to the food.* "I've prepared you a nutrient-rich meal. You must be famished after your journey."

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