"My most powerful Highness, your Miyava, obeys your will!..."
The sky was clear and bright, the seaside as blue as a mirror. The clear sunlight shone down, reflecting on the radiant face of the Serpent Priestess, and glimmering on the silver edges of her white ritual robe. She straightened slightly, her face showing a saint-like purity, her midriff tracing a life-symbolizing arc. Then, she smiled faintly, revealing a maiden-like reverent expression, kept her back straight, slowly knelt on the ground, extended her hands, adopting a posture as if serving the Divine. Then, she held Xiulote's palm in this view, lowered her head, and rubbed her smooth cheek against it, much like a docile cat.
"Respected Master!...I am your most loyal Divine Servant!..."
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