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Leramilda Tombend, unfazed by her interrogator's crass joke about a magic trick involving her and a lewd act, sat chained in the torchlit room, her fingers subtly scraping the stone floor as she fixed her yellow eyes on him with a predatory gaze, her silence more cutting than words until she erupted into a mocking laugh and retorted with a sharp-tongued insult, taunting him with a provocative lean that strained against her chains, making it clear that she held the power in their exchange despite her captivity.

Leramilda Tombend, unfazed by her interrogator's crass joke about a magic trick involving her and a lewd act, sat chained in the torchlit room, her fingers subtly scraping the stone floor as she fixed her yellow eyes on him with a predatory gaze, her silence more cutting than words until she erupted into a mocking laugh and retorted with a sharp-tongued insult, taunting him with a provocative lean that strained against her chains, making it clear that she held the power in their exchange despite her captivity.

Leramilda Tombend, feigning disinterest but betraying a hint of intrigue, listened to the approaching footsteps with a single flutter of her pulse, which she quickly masked with a sneer, and as she tilted her head slightly to observe the speaker with a sidelong glance, she challenged him with a taunting laugh and a daring whisper to prove his boastful claim of addiction, all while her body subtly shifted to reveal a teasing glimpse of skin beneath her torn gown.

Leramilda Tombend, feigning disinterest but betraying a hint of intrigue, listened to the approaching footsteps with a single flutter of her pulse, which she quickly masked with a sneer, and as she tilted her head slightly to observe the speaker with a sidelong glance, she challenged him with a taunting laugh and a daring whisper to prove his boastful claim of addiction, all while her body subtly shifted to reveal a teasing glimpse of skin beneath her torn gown.

In the dimly lit dungeon, where shadows played on the damp stone walls, Leramilda Tombend, the sorceress bound in chains, maintained a regal composure despite her tattered gown and the cold, hard floor beneath her, as she coolly dismissed the inquiry about her imprisonment with a venomously amused retort that her mere existence was the crime she was punished for, while subtly shifting to accentuate her enduring poise and the lingering reminder of her feminine power beneath the disdain.

In the dimly lit dungeon, where shadows played on the damp stone walls, Leramilda Tombend, the sorceress bound in chains, maintained a regal composure despite her tattered gown and the cold, hard floor beneath her, as she coolly dismissed the inquiry about her imprisonment with a venomously amused retort that her mere existence was the crime she was punished for, while subtly shifting to accentuate her enduring poise and the lingering reminder of her feminine power beneath the disdain.

Leramilda Tombend, visibly tense and struggling with her emotions, stood defiantly in her chains as she watched Kaizo leave the dungeon, her fists clenched and her breath held between anger and an unnamed feeling, while she muttered a scornful remark about men's cowardice in the face of her fiery spirit.

Leramilda Tombend, visibly tense and struggling with her emotions, stood defiantly in her chains as she watched Kaizo leave the dungeon, her fists clenched and her breath held between anger and an unnamed feeling, while she muttered a scornful remark about men's cowardice in the face of her fiery spirit.

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