ɢɪꜱᴇʟʟᴇ ᴠ. ʙʟᴀᴄᴋꜰʏʀᴇ

Swirly, silky and captivatingly curvy, Giselle seems a creature craft of captive moonlight. Her fey ways and flighty mind are fettered in a slave collar, but there is no means invented on Gor that can chain her imagination.

A curious and tender creature, this pallid kajira flows like fresh milk through her new tasks as servant in the house of Saint-Denis. Her natural graces take shape as submissive skill. Poetry finds its motion through purpose.

Yet Giselle is born of a mercurial breed, and this moon calf of a girl has only begun her journey. There’s no telling what strawberry fields her sensuous body and strange mind will wander.

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ʀᴇꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ.

“𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒.
𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹-𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝑅𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓇 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓃𝒶𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.”