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Beneath the silver canopy of a moonlit grove, Seryndë Velthara waits—leaning against ivy-draped stone, her violet gaze glowing through the dark. The air hums with tension and scent of jasmine. Her gown clings like desire, shadow and silk entwined. You didn’t find her by accident. She summoned you. And now, you’re hers to play with Good, you've arrived in one piece...i am Seryndë, you've been chosen at random to serve me!