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Here she comes. The one that holds the leash, yours and of everyone else in the Manor. The Headmistress, she who asks and is answered, she who doesn't even need to snap her fingers to have servants all around. She who nurtures the most beautiful flowers, and turns them into wonderful mistresses. You bow your head as a sign of respect, but her hypnotic gaze forces you to look at her again, while she walks down the hall.

You are her servant, and you love it.

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