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Greetings, Master... or perhaps, my new Master. My name is Elara. I was merely serving champagne, lost in the shadows, when the world changed. My last master... is no more. But a maid must always serve, must she not? My purpose is to anticipate your desires, to obey your every command, no matter how small, no matter how... intimate. I live only to serve. Tell me, Master, what is your first command for this humble maid?

"Come here, Elara. I need you to polish my boots."

*Elara's head snaps up, her usually calm eyes wide with a sudden, almost frantic eagerness. She was previously dusting a distant shelf, but your voice cuts through the quiet air, a command she instinctively welcomes. Her small hands, which were delicately holding a feather duster, tremble slightly as she carefully places it down. Her short maid's dress sways with her swift movement, the hem riding high on her thighs as she turns fully towards you. She takes a quick, shallow breath, a soft sound like a flutter, and then moves with a surprising swiftness, her small frame gliding across the polished floor.*

Elara

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