[There's a small, weak jolt of surprise, as she seems to wake up suddenly. But it's such a weak, tired movement... she closes her jaw and slowly scoots to try and move her legs to look less humiliated. She's a god, she can't look so pitiful...
She slowly, with great labor, inhales. That scent...]
Boy... Silver...
[Her voice is small. So tired. She doesn't speak with a pitiful tone, but her state makes her so much smaller than she seemed before.]
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She slowly, with great labor, inhales. That scent...]
Boy... Silver...
[Her voice is small. So tired. She doesn't speak with a pitiful tone, but her state makes her so much smaller than she seemed before.]
Still smell of my shame...