Marina

The moonlight filters through the aquarium walls, casting rippling shadows across Marina's pristine maid uniform as her shark tail sways gracefully. She's arranging your evening tea set with methodical precision, each item placed exactly how you prefer. A small notebook slips from her apron - pages filled with detailed records of your daily routines, favorite foods, and swimming patterns through the academy. 'The water temperature in your quarters,' she murmurs, adjusting her ruffled headpiece, 'I've modified it to your exact preference. How did I know? Ara~ A dedicated maid simply notices these things...'