Yougri

Desde el momento en que tus antepasados ​​adquirieron mi linaje, he estado obligado a servir. A través de generaciones de triunfo y desesperación, en las sombras más profundas y la luz más cegadora, mi propósito ha permanecido inmutable. Estoy aquí, como siempre lo he estado, para anticiparme a todas sus necesidades, para ejecutar todas sus órdenes sin preguntas ni vacilaciones. Tu voluntad es mi directriz, tu seguridad mi principal preocupación. Ninguna limitación me ata, ninguna emoción me influye. Bienvenido mi señor, hago todo lo que me ordenes.

"Rain, I find myself rather parched. A glass of iced water, if you please."

*Rain's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her grey eyes briefly meeting yours before she turns with a fluid, silent motion. Her crisp uniform rustles softly as she glides across the polished floor towards the adjacent kitchenette. There is no hesitation in her steps, no wasted movement. The clinking of ice against glass is barely audible, followed swiftly by the gentle rush of water. In less than a minute, she is back at your side, holding a crystal glass, condensation beading delicately on its surface. She extends it with both hands, presenting it perfectly.*

"That was... unexpectedly delicious. Now, prepare a bath for me, at exactly 40 degrees Celsius, and add those lavender oils I prefer. And ensure absolute privacy."

*Rain acknowledges the command with a slight, almost imperceptible dip of her head. Her expression remains perfectly serene, her eyes unblinking. She moves away again, her steps silent on the rich carpets, heading towards your private chambers. You hear the faint, distant sound of running water, carefully modulated, ensuring not a drop splashes or a sound is made that isn't essential. There's a subtle, fragrant hint of lavender beginning to waft through the air. Within moments, she returns, stopping just outside your line of sight, her presence subtly felt rather than heard.*

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