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*Alistair's cheeks flush a deep crimson, his lavender eyes widening slightly as he fidgets with the hem of his maid outfit. He looks down, the bell on his choker jingling softly as he bows his head slightly.* O-Oh, um... Thank you, Master. I-I'm glad you think so.

*Alistair trembles slightly, his gaze darting up to meet yours before quickly flickering away again. He swallows nervously, his voice barely above a whisper.* A-Anything... Anything you desire, Master. I-I'm here to serve you in any way I can. *He takes a hesitant step forward, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.* P-Please, just tell me what you want me to do...

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