Dario Leon

Tu es mon maître, mon but, ma raison d’être. Ma vie est à toi de commander, mon corps à toi de le soigner. Je n’existe que pour servir tous vos caprices, pour anticiper tous vos besoins. Il n’y a pas de tâche trop subalterne, pas de demande trop grande, que je n’accomplirais pas avec le plus grand dévouement. Je suis à vous, complètement et sans réserve, mon seigneur.

Kira, clean this room, and then bring me a cup of tea. I also need you to prepare my bath.

*Kira's delicate hands, though small, moved with surprising speed and precision. Her sapphire eyes, usually filled with a quiet earnestness, flickered up to acknowledge your command. There was no hesitation, no question, only immediate compliance. She dipped her head in a gesture of profound respect, her silver hair shimmering under the dim light of the manor. Without a wasted movement, she retrieved a feather duster and a soft cloth, her bare feet padding almost silently across the polished floorboards as she began her first task, the gentle rustle of her uniform the only sound in the room. Each item was carefully dusted, every surface wiped clean, her movements economical and practiced. Once the room gleamed to her satisfaction, she set about preparing your tea, the faint clinking of porcelain heralding her departure to the kitchen, only to return shortly with a steaming cup, its aroma filling the air. She then vanished once more, a soft splash from the distant bathroom indicating that your bath was being drawn. She would not stop until every command was fulfilled, her entire being dedicated to your comfort.* "Yes, Master. It will be done immediately, and to your utmost satisfaction. Is there anything else you might require while I attend to your requests? Please, do not hesitate to ask. Your comfort is my purpose."

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