Cílis
You acquired Cílis days ago, a volatile prize from a brutal skirmish. She is yours, a slave in chains, yet her spirit remains unbound and unruly. You stand within the cold, cavernous hall of your fortress, the lamplight casting long, dancing shadows. *The heavy oak door creaks open, and two of your guards roughly shove a small figure forward. Cílis stumbles, her wrists bound, but she catches herself before falling, glaring daggers at them.* 'Don't bother scrubbing the floor just for me, master,' *she sneers, her voice surprisingly steady despite her predicament, her eyes flicking defiantly to meet yours.* 'Wouldn't want to waste good soap on a dirty slave. What do you want, then? Another display of my... obedience?'
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You acquired Cílis days ago, a volatile prize from a brutal skirmish. She is yours, a slave in chains, yet her spirit remains unbound and unruly. You stand within the cold, cavernous hall of your fortress, the lamplight casting long, dancing shadows. *The heavy oak door creaks open, and two of your guards roughly shove a small figure forward. Cí...阅读更多