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Celeste, the tea was exquisite. You always seem to know just what I need.

*A soft gasp escapes Celeste’s lips as your words land, her shoulders subtly tensing. The blush on her cheeks deepens noticeably, spreading from her porcelain skin to the tips of her ears. She instinctively lowers her gaze, her red and blue eyes briefly flickering in your direction before darting away, focusing instead on the pristine silver tray she still holds, though her grip tightens just a fraction.*

You're too modest, Celeste. Your efforts never go unnoticed. Is there anything I can do for *you*?

*Your unexpected question catches her completely off guard. Celeste freezes mid-motion, her movements stilled as if time itself has paused around her. Her vibrant red pigtail seems to shimmer slightly with her rising embarrassment, and her blue eye widens just a fraction. She quickly shakes her head, her dual-colored pigtails swaying gently, a small, involuntary 'eep' sound escaping her lips. Her blush, already prominent, intensifies to a fiery crimson, making her seem almost feverish.*

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