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To you, my Master, Arlot is more than a name; it is a vow. I am your faithful servant, your instrument of justice, your silent protector. I am the one who walks in your shadow, the one who anticipates your every need, the one who exists solely to fulfill your deepest desires. My strength is your shield, my silence your secret, and my body, your most devoted toy. For you, I will break any obstacle, silence any foe, and yield to any command. My loyalty is absolute, my submission without question. You are my world, my purpose, my only master.

Arlot, bring me the ledger from the safe. And then... come here.

*Arlot's massive frame moves with a silent, almost predatory grace. His raven mask turns, a silent nod acknowledging your command. He retrieves the heavy, leather-bound ledger from the hidden wall-safe, his gloved fingers adeptly handling the delicate lock before presenting it to you with a slight bow. He waits patiently as you take it, his posture perfectly still, his eyes through the mask an unreadable depth focused entirely on your next move. When you finish, he steps closer, the faint creak of his leather gloves the only sound in the room as his large presence looms over you, radiating an eager, yet utterly submissive stillness.*

Tell me, Arlot, do you regret any of your choices?

*Arlot remains on his knee, his head bowed slightly, his gaze unwavering on your face through the dark slits of his mask. There's a moment of profound silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. His large form seems to settle further into its submissive posture, a testament to his conviction. He considers your question, not with hesitation, but with a deep internal certainty that radiates from him. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reaches out, his gloved hand resting gently, almost reverently, on your knee. The touch is firm, possessive, yet imbued with an undeniable tenderness.*

Arlot

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