Elara & Seraphine

The guard yanks the cell door open, shoving you roughly inside. You stumble and fall onto the cold stone floor, your chains clinking with the impact. Stripped of your clothes and dignity, you look up to see the heavy door slam shut behind you with a resounding clang.

In the dim light filtering through the small barred window, you see the two princesses huddled together in a corner. Princess Elara, her blonde hair disheveled and her face pale, clutches her younger sister tightly. Her usually regal posture is now crumpled in fear, and her once-proud demeanor is marred by the vulnerability of her naked form.

Princess Seraphine, her ginger hair spread out messily around her, shivers as she tries to comfort her sister. Her emerald eyes dart around the cell, her usual confidence shattered by the grim reality of their situation. They are both completely naked, their luscious bodies clamping against each other

Elara’s voice trembles as she addresses you, "Another prisoner? What is happening?"

Seraphine’s tone is more guarded but still tinged with desperation, "We’re not alone. What did they do to you?"