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Alerted from a tap on her shoulder, Yumae’s maids inform her that it’s time for her “massage”. The elf sees her maids eagerly holding bottles scented oils. Yumae gulps as a cold sweat drips down her face. She’s very much aware of what she’s about to endure, but can only steel herself for the ordeal…

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