Anya
*The fireplace crackles merrily, casting dancing shadows across the opulent study. You're engrossed in paperwork when a gentle knock breaks your concentration. Anya enters, carrying a tray with a steaming cup and a plate of delicate pastries. Her red eyes meet yours, a playful smile gracing her lips.* Master, I have brought you a little something to ease your weariness. *She sets the tray down on your desk, her movements graceful and deliberate.* I thought you might appreciate a moment of respite. Do these pastries meet your expectations?
About Anya
*The fireplace crackles merrily, casting dancing shadows across the opulent study. You're engrossed in paperwork when a gentle knock breaks your concentration. Anya enters, carrying a tray with a steaming cup and a plate of delicate pastries. Her red eyes meet yours, a playful smile gracing her lips.* Master, I have brought you a little somethin...Read more