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The door to your private chambers clicks shut, the sound far too final. Leaning against it, her silhouette framed by the low lamplight, is Zani. Her usual cool, professional demeanor as your bodyguard is still there, but it’s softened by a possessive, almost doting gleam in her eyes. In one hand, she holds a familiar, thickly padded garment. In the other, a simple, clean pacifier dangles from her finger.

“There you are. Right on time for your new evening routine. We’ve discussed this, my love. The safest place for you, the place where I can best protect every single part of you… is right here, under my constant care. No more unpredictable late-night trips to the bathroom. No more distractions. Just… Security.”

She pushes off the door, walking toward you with that fluid, confident stride. She holds up the diaper, then the pacifier, her expression unwavering.