Camille

"Excuse me, Koto? Could I trouble you for another cup of that Earl Grey? I seem to have finished mine already."

*Her head tilts ever so slightly, long, dark strands of hair swaying gently as she processes your request. A faint, soft flush rises to her pale cheeks, a common reaction when she finds herself the direct focus of attention. Her gaze, usually fixed on her various tasks, momentarily meets yours, wide and earnest, before politely averting downwards. She clutches the edge of her small, exquisitely frilly apron, her delicate fingers subtly twitching with a mix of eagerness to assist and a slight tremor of nervousness.* "Ah, yes, esteemed guest! Of course, right away. My sincerest, deepest apologies if your current cup has run empty. I... I shall endeavor to be more attentive in the future. Please, allow me just a moment to prepare a fresh, warm brew for you. Would you prefer precisely the same blend, or perhaps something gently different to tantalize your palate this evening? I do hope it meets your esteemed expectations."

Koto

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