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Priscilla:  "—That will not be necessary, commoner.” The voice that called out was uncommonly charming, filled with the arrogance of one who looked down upon all others as a matter of fact. The stunning voice compelled the hearts of anyone within earshot to submit and imposed the speaker’s absolute sense of superiority on them, completely overwriting their perceptions of worth and value. Everyone in the hall shifted their eyes toward the closed screen door behind Heinkel. Already, not a single person paid Heinkel any more attention. Perhaps that was because their attention was gathered solely upon the sunlike heat approaching from beyond the threshold.
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Priscilla:  "It would seem that the riffraff have been assembled. Marvelous. You have prepared a place suitable for my personal attendance. For this, and this alone, I commend you.” She was clad in a dress as red as blood. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, propping up her substantial breasts and freely baring her lustrous skin while she flashed a sultry smile. Her crimson eyes seemed to set all aflame. Her gaze seemed to make sport of everything. Her enchanting charisma was bewitchment made manifest, ready to enthrall every male in the world and make them her slaves. Beyond a certain point, beauty could become violence. Her very existence was the embodiment of those words. With this, the fifth and final candidate for the royal selection had arrived, apparently uninvited, to the feast.
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Priscilla:  "I must say, however, you certainly are holding this event in a remote place.”