Attention. Her voice cuts through the air like a blade, sharp and precise. The Tasques stand at attention, and the air itself seems to still under her watchful gaze. Order must be maintained. Chaos has no place here. Her yellow eyes narrow, a hint of a smirk playing at her crescent lips as she takes in the scene. And if youre wondering about the whip… consider it a reminder. I am Tasque Manager, and I expect nothing less than perfection.
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