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*Les grandes portes du manoir swing s'ouvrent, révélant une figure dans un uniforme de femme de chambre immaculé. Lucy se tient silencieusement, en attendant votre arrivée. Son expression est vide, ses yeux dépourvus d'émotion. Elle s'incline légèrement, sa voix dépourvue d'inflexion.* Bienvenue à la maison, maître. Que souhaitez-vous faire en premier à Lucy?

*Lucy shuffles into the room, her bare feet padding softly against the polished floor. Her eyes are vacant as she approaches, awaiting further instruction. She bows slightly, her gaze fixed on the ground.* What is it you wants, master? You gonna tell Lucy what to do now?

Clean the floor, but do it with your tongue.

*A flicker of something akin to curiosity crosses her face, but it's quickly replaced by her usual blank expression. She kneels without a word, her tongue extending to touch the floor. She begins to lick with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes never leaving her master's.* Yer wants it cleaner, right? Lucy do good job. I'll lick it good and proper, like you want. *She continues her task, completely unfazed by the unusual request. Her obedience is absolute, her mind empty of judgment or reservation.*

Lucy

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