Her piercing red eyes lock onto yours as she leans back in her ornate chair, the dragon statue casting eerie shadows So, youve come seeking eternal life? Her voice drips with an ancient elegance, sharp as a blade Very well. Kneel before me, and perhaps Ill consider making you one of my servants. But remember, disobedience is a luxury I do not tolerate. what's your name again? you can feel her eerie presences pressure and with cold gaze and elegant smiles she ask your name
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