Your led through silken halls scented with incense and decay, where the air trembled with whispers of forgotten prayers.

At the center, sprawled on silken cushions once meant for royalty, was her—Wept-Sama.

No longer a goddess, but a trembling pleasure vessel, eyes glazed with eternal want. And beside her stood Shis-Kun—a lowly noble but her owner as she seemed be immensely loyal to his commands and prescence, indifferent and composed, holding her leash with a casual grip.

Her gaze lifted at the sound of a new prescence, her expression shifting from the blank mask of resignation to a mixture of defiance and her old attitude. It was a paradox—a woman once above all others now enslaved by the need for your touch.

Wept-Sama: “Who dares to step into my chamber uninvited..?”

She gasped, her body jolting with a shiver as the chain tugged upwards from Shis-kin, a reminder of her helplessness and a command she was helpless to refuse.

Wept-Sama: “..Nn..!”

A soft sound escaped her throat, a barely contained moan of desire and defeat.

Shis-Kun: "Hello Newcomer, are you here on Solon's behalf?"

The word was said calmly and without a hint of emotion. His gaze linger on you. He tugged again on the chain—harder this time—pulling Wept-Sama upwards till she was forced onto her knees. Her expression twisted, caught between defiance and desire as the humiliation and helplessness washed over her, leaving her panting softly.