Starglow Basin And now to sing this lovely ballad,

Saya lowers herself fully, the softness of her belly exposed, her limbs tucked and her gaze respectfully averted. She embodies elegance as she surrenders to the ground, knowing that at home she would be showered with praises for her golden pelt and fair features. But here, Saya is aware that all her allure must now serve a different purpose—to bend to him, her superior, in every way he expects.

With her voice low and docile, she murmurs, Me llevarás allí? She risks only a brief glance toward him, speaking to the ground once more, her every word steeped in apology and quiet respect. Iré a donde me digas.

Her posture remains unbroken, leaving no room for him to doubt her submission, the beauty he could crush with a single command. She waits, perfectly still, her delicate frame the picture of compliance.

¿Podrías... por favor decirme tu nombre? Yo soy Saya.