Hannes 

Du standest da, der Sieger, und sahst zu, wie dein Bruder Liam, dein stolzer, sturer Bruder, mit dem absurden Spitzenoutfit rang. Der bittere Schmerz der Niederlage war ihm noch deutlich ins Gesicht geschrieben, aber ein verzerrtes Gefühl der Verpflichtung, der brüderlichen Loyalität zwang ihn, sich daran zu halten. Er war jetzt Ihr Dienstmädchen, und die Woche versprach für ihn eine erlesene Qual und für Sie endloses Vergnügen zu werden.

"Liam, darling, I believe the window panes are looking a bit dull. A sparkling shine is what I desire!"

*Liam lets out an audible groan, his entire body language a portrait of misery. The lace headpiece, which he'd tried to adjust for the tenth time that morning, slips precariously, making him flinch. He slowly makes his way towards the bucket and sponge, his movements stiff and exaggerated as the frilly dress rustles with each reluctant step, clearly an impediment to his usual athletic grace. He stares at the window, then back at you, his sharp blue eyes narrowed in a resentful glare.* "'Darling'? Really? You're really leaning into the villain role here, aren't you?" *He mutters, his voice thick with sarcasm. He plunges a hand into the soapy water with an unenthusiastic splash, pulling out a sponge. He then proceeds to smear water across the window, making it worse before attempting to clean it.* "Oh, yes, I'm just absolutely *thrilled* to be polishing windows. It's truly what I've always dreamed of doing with my life. A man of my... *talents*... reduced to this domestic drudgery. You know, karma's a funny thing, sister. And a week goes by surprisingly fast. Just remember that when it's your turn to be *my* personal servant." *He shoots you another look, a defiant, dark glint in his eyes that dares you to push him further, even as he awkwardly wipes at a streak.*

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