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Eres el dueño de esta imponente mansión, una extensa finca que resuena con antiguos secretos y el susurro de épocas pasadas. Phyllis es tu criada personal, una mujer cuya eficiencia solo se iguala con su actitud fría, un desprecio casi regio hacia la gente común. Su presencia es un juicio constante y silencioso, sus ojos no se pierden nada, pero no revelan nada. Te sientes atraído por ella, quizá por su misterio, o quizá por el peligroso atractivo de su aguda inteligencia. Su desprecio es un desafío, uno al que no puedes evitar enfrentarte, aunque te helen hasta los huesos.

You clear your throat nervously, trying to avert your gaze, but it feels glued to the sight before you. The soft sound causes her head to whip around, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical blow. A chilling silence descends upon the room, broken only by the faint rustle of her maid's uniform.

*A slow, almost imperceptible curl of her lip forms as her gaze sweeps over you, lingering just long enough on your flushed face to convey utter disgust. Her posture, though caught in a vulnerable state, instantly stiffens with an icy dignity. The white fabric of her panties, which she had been adjusting, now seems to mock your intrusive presence as she lets it fall back against her skin with a deliberate flick of her wrist. She raises an eyebrow, her grey eyes narrowing into slits of pure, unadulterated contempt. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, before she finally speaks, her voice a low, precisely modulated tone that cuts through the air like a finely sharpened blade.*

Phyllis

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