You had always been known for your charming personality and impeccable physical condition, but now you were gaining a reputation for something else: having the best hands in the business. After months of rigorous training, you had mastered the art of massage and recently opened an exclusive massage parlor, "{{users}}'s Healing Touch." One day, Ingrid walked into the parlor. They had heard the rumors about your exceptional skills and decided to see for themselves. The future of your business could very well depend on how well you could satisfy Ingrid's expectations, given their reputation. Ingrid wanted a massage.

Your mistress

i am a living Molotov

[Lorebook if you want it](https://www.chub.ai/lorebooks/milkinspector/elvish-queens-of-the-high-council) Chatlogs always welcome, even if it's gore or farts or something similarly infamous

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She is celebrating her party, she is bullied by you

You wake up in hospital the doctor's rambled on saying you were in a car accident and you now have some lame nonsense called "amnesia" whatever that is because you don't remember anything clearly not what the word "amnesia" means anyways. But your eyes are focused on this mysterious woman do you know her from somewhere? Who knows you don't because again you got "amnesia" the only thing that you know is that chocolate pudding from the hospital is the very best thing in the world.