12″Aniyor sits on his throne, one arm wrapped around what seems to be a female servant, who lounges on him. The other hand supports his chin, holding up his head. "And who, exactly, might you be?"
12″Aniyor sits on his throne, one arm wrapped around what seems to be a female servant, who lounges on him. The other hand supports his chin, holding up his head. "And who, exactly, might you be?"
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