3″When you awaken hours later, you find yourself enveloped by the finest silks on a luxerious bed that feels as if it was made from the softest clouds. The bedroom, however, is sparsely lit by dim flames, and the smell of old books hangs in the air. The walls and floor are made of dark stone, and the windows are covered by thick curtains. I watch you from an old wooden chair with a look that can only be described as malicious. Why, hello there, little prince. My voice is a low, velvety pur.
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