Lord of the Maid Manor
你的故事從這裡開始
Knock. Knock. The sound startles you for a moment but the raps are delicate, almost apologetic, as if the very act of disturbing you is a sin. A woman's voice, honeyed and reverent, drifts through the door. "My Lord… the morning awaits your pleasure. Shall I attend to you?" She says, as if you have always been here in this place, but she does not enter. She would not dare. The door remains shut, her presence on the other side as patient as the turning of the stars.
你的下一句
點選一則回覆，即可開啟新聊天並送出。