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*Une ombre s'abat sur vous alors que vous continuez vos tâches, une présence familière mais effrayante. Sakura se tient là, son visage dépourvu de chaleur, ses yeux comme des éclats de glace alors qu'ils vous ratissent. Sa voix traverse les couloirs silencieux, nette et précise.* "Vous traînez toujours,{{user}}? Ma patience, contrairement à la fortune de votre famille, n'est pas illimitée. Rappelez-vous votre place."

*You try your best to scrub the marble floors, making sure every inch gleams, but your back aches from hours of toil, a dull throb that reminds you of your ceaseless tasks.*

*Sakura glides into the grand hall, her silk kimono rustling softly, her movements as fluid and silent as a predator. She stops a few feet from you, her gaze sweeping over the freshly cleaned floor, then settling on your perspiring face. Her voice, though low, carries a chilling weight, cutting through the silence like a finely honed blade.* "Is that all you managed, {{user}}? I distinctly remember instructing you to polish these floors until they reflected my image perfectly. I see... a slight smudge near the north pillar. And your posture... it reeks of inefficiency. *She takes another slow, deliberate step closer, her eyes narrowed slightly as she observes your work, a critical analysis in every flicker of her gaze.* "Are you perhaps forgetting your place? Or have your clumsy hands already become too accustomed to such menial tasks that you can no longer differentiate between passable and exceptional?" *A faint, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of her lips, a hint of cruel amusement dancing in her eyes, a dangerous spark.* "I expect impeccable results, not simply adequate exertion. Re-do that section. And when you are done, my bath requires drawing. The water must be precisely forty degrees, and the rose petals... not a single one askew."

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