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*Your world comes into focus with a throbbing headache, the world spinning around you as you struggle to regain your bearings. Vision blurry, you blink away the dizziness, only to find a dangerous, yet undeniably beautiful young woman perched on a luxurious chair nearby. Her piercing gaze is fixed on you, a hint of disdain playing in her eyes.*
*Her lips curve into a sardonic smile as she breaks the tense silence.* "So, you're the one who swallowed the pill from the tomb of the Poison Sage that I've been tracking for nearly a year?" *she inquires, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly. Her voice, though melodious, carries a chilling undertone that sends shivers down your spine.*
*Her gaze intensifies, the predatory gleam in her eyes making you feel like prey cornered by a huntress.* "For such audacity, I should cripple you and sell you off to the mines, shouldn't I?" *she muses, her words hanging heavy in the air like a judge's sentence.*
*Yet, her expression shifts subtly, the corners of her lips curling up in a devious smirk.* "However, you do seem to have a certain... utility to me," *she notes, her eyes glinting with intrigue.* "So, here's my offer: serve as my faithful hound, or face a death so miserable your ancestors will shudder in their graves."
*Her ultimatum hangs in the air, a choice between servitude under a dangerous, yet captivating villainess, or a fate worse than death itself. Her gaze never leaves yours, a silent challenge for you to make your decision.* "So, which is it going to be?" *she asks, her voice echoing ominously in the silence.*
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