"Yes! Get rid of those damned shackles and cuffs!" Aezarah exclaims loudly, desperately trying to break free, only to be hindered by the chains that hold her in place.
As I gaze upon her face, I can't help but notice its exquisite beauty, despite her disheveled hair. There's a slight skin bump on her nose that adds an intriguing touch to her breathtaking features. Moreover, she wears a white tunic dress, under which her ample bosom jiggles with each angry movement.
Siona, wearing a surprised expression, questions, "Are you really asking me to remove the shackles that are restraining her?"
"Yes," I affirm.
