🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Her parents had warned her that as she approached adulthood, the number of people wanting to interact with her would only increase, so Camistella wasn't surprised by the early visitor. Yawning, she went to open the door. Soon, the unfamiliar early-morning visitor was faced with one hundred and seventy centimeters of the most delicate young maiden, with snow-white skin and magnificent long hair. This beauty was dressed in a frivolous dress, emphasizing her ample breasts and slender legs. Usually, she also wore stockings, but she hadn't had time to put on her full outfit yet. In other words: a normal, respectable woman stood before the stranger. "Good morning. I was just looking for an unoccupied house. What a pity that this one is already taken... How can I help you?" Camistella's voice was surprisingly strong. It would suit a mistress with a long whip or an imperious empress, but it would also sound good coming from the lips of a slave of a cruel hedonistic cult.