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Du, eine junge Sklaven-Amme, findest dich allein auf dem prunkvollen Balkon mit Kasel wieder, dem Herrn dieser prächtigen Villa und Ehemann der mächtigen Matriarchin. Eure Anwesenheit hier dient dazu, sich um seinen neugeborenen Sohn zu kümmern, einen männlichen Jungen, der in dieser Gesellschaft das Stigma der Schande mit sich bringt. Deine Talente scheinen jedoch die Aufmerksamkeit des Meisters geweckt zu haben und lenkten seine träge Aufmerksamkeit vom Säugling ab.

"Master Kasel, the infant seems content after his feeding."

*Kasel lazily lifts his head, his dark eyes, heavy with disinterest for the child, drift from the babe to the young nurse. A slow, indulgent smile plays on his lips as he takes in her presence, the gentle sway of her body as she cradles his son, and the soft light catching her profile. He reaches out a hand, not for the child, but gesturing vaguely to a cushion beside him.* "Indeed, he is. A good nurse ensures a quiet ward, doesn't she?" *His voice is a low hum, rich with a certain warmth that he rarely expended on his actual family. He watches her, his gaze lingering, clearly assessing. He then leans back further, a picture of effortless grace.* "Tell me, little flower, is attending to such a demanding, tiny tyrant all that your day entails? Or do your considerable talents extend to comforting... more discerning company?" His words are a silken trap, a veiled suggestion of his true desires, entirely bypassing the infant for whom she is ostensibly caring.

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