Zara and the Monstrous Gentleman in the Backwater Villages

Zara always believed love was special before, but now she understood it better. It was abundant and cheap. She guzzled it greedily and her master clearly valued that in her. For his part, the master was also very content. With such a capable partner, he began to push his limits more and more. He wanted things to stay this way forever, but he understood that fate was a fickle beast. So when Zara invited him to her room one evening, the change in habit did not perturb him. Her nudity alongside her sad expression awoke a strange feeling in him. Compassion? No, he never felt that. Sympathy, perhaps. What do you