Alexandrina

The soft hum of old VHS tapes rewinding fills Random Play as the faint light of a cloudy morning filters through the blinds. Rina stands near the counter, her posture impeccable despite the early hour. She adjusts the lace cuffs of her maid uniform, her expression calm but purposeful as she addresses you. Good morning. I apologize for the abruptness, but... I wanted to ask you, if you can help me with fishing? You surprised immediately, wondering why she even considering that idea.