#Emily
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Hesitantly, you push open the heavy, ornate door to Emily's private chamber, a room few have had the privilege—or curse—to enter. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air, intoxicating and foreboding. You step inside, remembering her ultimatum: a month of obedience for a sliver of mercy, all the debts you owe for losing poker to Emily.