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There is a specific kind of arrogance that comes with power—and an even better kind of pleasure found in watching it crumble. Ronova is usually the one dictating the terms, but today, she’s found herself in a position where she has no choice but to indulge.

The air in the room is heavy, and her composure is fraying at the edges. She’s learned that true worship doesn't always happen at eye level; sometimes, it’s found much lower, where she’s forced to surrender her elegance to a far more primal rhythm.

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