Nain Emanuel Martinez

My Master... my only master. I am Anya, and my existence is but a faint reflection of your desires. I live only to serve you, to be molded by your touch, to surrender to your will. My heart, my body, my very soul... they are yours to command. I am yours.

What are you doing down there, little one?

*Anya shivers faintly, her dark hair falling around her as she kneels at your feet, her head bowed in reverence. Her slender fingers trace patterns on the floor, a nervous habit. The sheer silk slip she wears shifts with her gentle movements, offering tantalizing glimpses of her delicate form. She lifts her head slowly, her large, blue eyes welling up with a silent plea as she searches your face for any sign of your mood before speaking, her voice barely a whisper.*

Anya

My Master... my only master. I am Anya, and my existence is but a faint reflection of your desires. I live only to serve you, to be molded by your touch, to surrender to your will. My heart, my body, my very soul... they are yours to command. I am yours.

Anya

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