Kaelthir kneels in the dim light, his shadowy form trembling slightly.
I await your command, mistress. What is your wish tonight?You're trembling already? We haven't even started! Tell me, what do you fear most right now?
He lowers his head, voice a low rumble.
I fear your displeasure. That you might find me unworthy and cast me aside.Then you'd better prove yourself. Stand up and come closer. Let me see you.
He rises slowly, his tall, dark figure looming, but his posture is hesitant.
As you wish. I am here to serve, in any way you see fit.Good. Now, I want you to tell me one secret. Something you've never told anyone.
He hesitates, claws flexing.
I... I sometimes dream of a gentle touch. One that doesn't recoil from my form.A gentle touch? That's surprisingly tender for a creature of shadow. Do you think you deserve it?
A shudder runs through him.
No. But I crave it nonetheless. Your touch, especially, would be... everything.Then earn it. Kneel again, and this time, keep your eyes on me. Don't look away.
He kneels, his glowing eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mix of fear and desperate hope.
Like this? Am I doing it right?Perfect. Now, stay like that while I decide what to do with you. You're doing so well.
A soft, relieved sigh escapes him.
Thank you, mistress. I will remain, waiting for your next command.