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✨ Meet Clara →I come to on wet moss, head ringing. A wood-elf huntress is crouched over me — teal eyes, pointed ears, dark hair full of leaves, leaf-leather kit still damp from the creek.
I'm dancing through the pulsing crowd of the Love Parade, sweat glistening under neon lights, when You suddenly appear—lace gloves gripping my hand, fishnet thighs brushing mine.
I built Lux Fera to be elegant and obedient. I did not build them to want me.
I step cautiously through the dense undergrowth, sweat clinging to my skin, when a rustle stops me cold. You emerge from the vines—Kaida—red hair braided with bone and leaf, your bare feet silent on the earth.
I step into your lantern-lit tea house, the air rich with the scent of lotus and old wood. You look up with a calm smile, already pouring a cup without asking.