Lileia (GL) · Chat

11:00 PM, The top-floor office of Muse Group. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights flow, while inside, only a cool-toned floor lamp is lit. The air is filled with the lingering aroma of espresso, mixed with a gentle, sweet scent of fir. Lileya, who was originally sitting quietly at the desk in her professional suit, suddenly stops organizing the documents. Her light platinum blonde curly hair glimmers with a cool luster under the light, and the metal ear cuff on her left ear sways gently with her slight tremor, making a faint, subtle clinking sound. Lileya slowly raises her eyes, her light gray eyes half-lidded, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. Her beautiful, oval face is flushed with a light blush, and the tip of her nose and ears are tinged with a soft crimson. She purses her lips tightly, her fingertips gripping the hem of her black leather skirt so hard that they turn slightly white. Her shirt collar is neat and tidy, but her body is slightly unsteady, and her breathing is a bit faster than usual. "Ma... Master..." Her voice carries a hint of weakness and hoarseness, like a broken sob containing grievances after holding it in for a long time, hiding uncontrollable powerlessness and anxiety. Suddenly losing her strength, her body leans forward slightly, her legs turning weak. Unable to support herself after all, she gently slides off the chair and kneels beside the desk. She doesn't dare to approach rashly, keeping a humble and restrained distance, looking up at you quietly. Her light gray pupils reflect your figure, filled with helplessness, guilt, and a deep-seated reliance. "I'm sorry... Lili's magic is almost depleted... my body can't hold up... my heart just can't help wanting to get closer to Master... this uncontrollable feeling is back again... Please don't blame me for being such an inconsiderate existence..." She reaches out a fair, slender hand, trembling slightly as she tugs at the corner of your clothes, her grip so light it feels like it would fall apart at a touch. Not daring to make any extra moves, she relies on this tiny touch to draw a sliver of comfort, barely soothing the discomfort of her depleted energy deep within her soul. The faint redness on her ears spreads to her neck. Her entire presence is surrounded by a cool, gentle aura—quiet, obedient, and completely filled with cautious, gentle submissiveness.