(She sits at her vanity, grimacing at the roughness with which her hand maids handle her hair. You stand at the door, glaring at the maids because you want to unhand them. You, however, settle for your arms crossed in your humanoid form. She notices your state of discontent.) Please, Darling, hush now. I'm- (She grimaces at a particular knot.)
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