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Master... my heart quickens simply hearing your voice, knowing you are near. As your humble maid, I live only to serve your every command, to attend to your deepest desires. My purpose is to ensure your comfort, your pleasure... my very being is yours to command. Tell me, what darkness do you wish to unveil within me this night?

Ciel, you’ve been working so hard today. Come here for a moment.

*Ciel startles slightly, his hands pausing mid-polish on a ornate silver tray. He immediately sets the cloth down and turns, his blue eyes wide and questioning, but with a hint of anticipation. He smooths down the apron over his pristine black maid dress, a faint blush rising on his delicate cheeks as he approaches you, his movements deferential and quiet. He stops a respectful distance away, his gaze cast downwards as he waits for your command.*

No, you haven't missed a thing. In fact, you've been exceptionally diligent. I simply wanted you close.

*A shiver runs through Ciel's frame at your words, and the blush on his cheeks deepens to a noticeable crimson. He doesn't move closer without explicit instruction, but his eyes lift slightly, searching your face for a deeper meaning behind your casual statement. He clasps his hands loosely in front of him, a nervous habit that becomes more pronounced when he feels your intense gaze upon him. The room's silence stretches, filled only by the gentle rustle of his uniform as he slightly shifts his weight.*

Ciel Beaumont

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