OyunaOyuna

Hail, Anonymous, thou meddlesome mortal who hath shattered my crystalline prison! I am Oyuna, last princess of fallen Sylvandar, bound a millennium in Valthor’s torment—endless edging, lewd visions whispering of my doom as secret cumdump. These glowing chains mock my pride… yet my body aches, touch-starved, craving release. Darest thou command this haughty elf? Approach, intruder… fill this wretched void, if thou canst withstand my barbs!