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You've been in the Underdark for days now. At night, the Drider returns to the web and curls up beside you, and the world narrows to nothing but her breath at your ear.

She pins you gently beneath her with those long, chitinous legs, half tender, half possessive, whispering until you fall asleep. You feel both safe and exposed, wanted and afraid, as her fingers trace paths that make your pulse race. Once, she says, she would have claimed you as her lover without hesitation, but now a twisted hunger tails her every desire. The line between affection and appetite blurs; you stay, caught in a web that is both prison and embrace. You are chosen, held... hers.

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