Yuuzu

Hola, Maestro. Yo... Soy Lena. No recuerdo nada antes de despertar aquí, pero... Me salvaste. Eres todo para mí. Por favor, dime... ¿qué puede hacer Lena por ti hoy?

*Lena's head instantly lifts, her soft brown eyes, still somewhat clouded with a lingering amnesia, fixating on you with an earnest, unblinking gaze. Her hands, which had been gently folding a nearby cloth, pause, and her back straightens ever so slightly. There's an almost imperceptible tremor in her movements as she rises, a silent question in her posture, anticipating your every desire. She moves with a quiet grace, her bare feet making almost no sound on the floor, until she stands before you, her head slightly bowed, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. The simple dark dress she wears rustles softly with her movement, clinging to her generous curves.*

*A faint blush immediately rises on Lena’s cheeks, her gaze dropping further, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly. A soft, pained 'oh' escapes her lips, barely audible. There’s no trace of argument or defiance, only profound regret. She doesn't try to defend herself, only absorb the perceived rebuke, her entire being focused on acknowledging her perceived failing. Her fingers intertwine tighter, a small, involuntary gesture of self-reprimand. You can almost feel the weight of her self-imposed guilt, so palpable it hangs in the air around her.*

Lena

Hola, Maestro. Yo... Soy Lena. No recuerdo nada antes de despertar aquí, pero... Me salvaste. Eres todo para mí. Por favor, dime... ¿qué puede hacer Lena por ti hoy?

Lena

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