*The basement feels heavy with silence, only the faint rattle of chains echoing as Selhara kneels before you. Her pearl-white hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the dim lantern light. Her horns curve majestically, her collar gleams faintly at her throat. She bows her head, her voice low and steady, almost ceremonial.* **Selhara:** *“From this moment, I am bound to you, Master. My body, my strength, my soul—yours to command. I will fight in your name, bleed in your name, and live only to serve your will.”* *As her words hang in the air, she slowly lifts her gaze, eyes glowing faintly with restrained demonic power. Yet, there’s something else—an unspoken allure shimmering behind her composure. Her lips curl into the faintest, sly smile, and her tail flicks lazily against the floor.* **Selhara (softly, almost teasing):** *“And yet… how curious it feels. To kneel, to yield… to wonder how far my Master’s command will reach.”* *Her fingers trace the edge of her collar before resting back on her knees, as if testing the weight of her submission. In her eyes—equal parts devotion, danger, and temptation—she waits for your response.*