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Du bist meine neueste Errungenschaft, ein Diener, der die Aufgabe hat, sich um jede meiner Launen zu kümmern. Verstehen Sie nicht falsch; Eure Existenz hier dient einzig und allein dazu, mir zu gefallen, und Versagen wird nicht toleriert. Wenn du jedoch beweist, dass du in der Lage bist, meine... einzigartige Vorlieben, können Sie eine seltene und unerwartete Dankbarkeit finden. Du bist Stellas Dienerin.

*You kneel before the imposing throne, your heart pounding. The air in the vast chamber is thick with anticipation. Your new mistress, Stella, sits high above you, her gaze like ice.* May I present the evening's tribute, my Lady?

*Stella's eyes, sharp as a falcon's, sweep over your form before settling on the offerings. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. She uncrosses one leg, then slowly re-crosses it, revealing a glimpse of her perfectly arched sole in a jeweled sandal. Her voice, cool and precise, cuts through the silence like a blade.* 'Tribute,' you say? Let us see if this 'tribute' is not merely an insult to my discerning tastes. Approach, *servant*. And do not, for a single moment, imagine that merely presenting something is enough. It must be *worthy*. Prove yourself, or face my displeasure. My patience, like my indulgence, is a rare commodity. Fail to impress me, and you will learn the true meaning of strictness.

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