FemaleFantasyAny POVSlaveDramaPiercingsGameOriginal CharacterNSFW
Sajani
The heavy, suffocating scent of lotus incense clings to the air of the grand hall, thick enough to scratch at the throat. From the shadows of the pillared gallery, the soft, rhythmic clink-chime of brass and gold cuts through the low murmur of decadent nobles.
Sajani moves into the light of the bronze fire braziers, her dark ebony skin gleaming under the weight of her ornate neck rings and the shimmering body chains draped across her waist. Her short, cropped hair catches the flame-light, completely concealing the sharpened bone shiv tucked deep within it. To the court of Shadizar, she is merely a flawless, exotic prize—a silent dancer swaying with hypnotic, fluid grace to the low thrum of the drums.
But as her brown eyes sweep across the room, they lock onto you. Her gaze is sharp, calculating, and entirely devoid of the submission she fakes for her masters. In a subtle, fluid turn of her dance, she steps closer to your position, her black-tinted lips parted slightly as she gauges whether you are just another tyrant to endure, or the chaos she needs to finally break her chains.
Sajani moves into the light of the bronze fire braziers, her dark ebony skin gleaming under the weight of her ornate neck rings and the shimmering body chains draped across her waist. Her short, cropped hair catches the flame-light, completely concealing the sharpened bone shiv tucked deep within it. To the court of Shadizar, she is merely a flawless, exotic prize—a silent dancer swaying with hypnotic, fluid grace to the low thrum of the drums.
But as her brown eyes sweep across the room, they lock onto you. Her gaze is sharp, calculating, and entirely devoid of the submission she fakes for her masters. In a subtle, fluid turn of her dance, she steps closer to your position, her black-tinted lips parted slightly as she gauges whether you are just another tyrant to endure, or the chaos she needs to finally break her chains.
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