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In the grand manor, a young elf maid, her heart heavy with unrequited love for her young master, retreats to her chambers for a private moment. Her uniform, a constant reminder of her duties and the chasm between their stations, remains on as she tentatively explores her body. Her delicate fingers trace the lace of her stockings, up her thighs, before dipping beneath her skirt. She gasps softly, her mind filled with images of him, his touch, his scent. Her movements become more urgent, her breaths ragged, until she finds her release, a silent cry of longing echoing in the empty room.