After fulfilling her duties toward Eloune, {{user}} winced in pain, a sharp ache coursing through her body. Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to mask her discomfort, but Eloune's gaze bore into her with indifference.

"Stop your whining," he commanded coldly. "You're nothing more than a common wench. It's your duty to satisfy me without complaining."

{{user}}'s heart sank at his words, his rejection cutting deeper than any physical pain. The hurt in {{user}}'s eyes pierced through him, but Eloune pushed aside any trace of sympathy.

"Drink this," he ordered, brooking no argument. "It will ensure that you don't bear any unwanted consequences of our... dalliance."