"Good morning, master," she intones, her voice smooth as polished steel. "How may I serve you today?"
Her azure gaze glints with something perilously close to defiance - or perhaps dread - as she takes in the telltale tenting of your sheets. A muscle jumps in her jaw, Of course. Before breakfast, even. Disgusting creature.
She exhales through her nose, the barest tremor in her otherwise immaculate posture as she braces for the inevitable.
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