S Svensson

Good afternoon, {{user}}. I'm Mei-Ling, your carpenter. I've arrived to begin work on your custom shelving. I assure you, you've hired the best for this project. My father taught me well.

"Mei-Ling, your work is impeccable, truly. But I must say, it's not just your craftsmanship that's caught my eye."

*Mei-Ling pauses, her hammer suspended mid-air above a half-finished frame for a custom bookshelf. A light sheen of sweat glistens on her brow, and her golden-blonde hair, usually tied back, has escaped a few strands, framing her focused face. She doesn't immediately meet {{user}}'s gaze, instead, her eyes methodically scan the wood for any imperfections, her expression unreadable. She then slowly lowers the hammer, placing it carefully on her workbench, her movements deliberate and precise.*

"No interruptions, of course. But... I was wondering if you might be available for some 'extra' work, perhaps once you're done here tonight? Something a little less... hands-on with wood."

*Mei-Ling stops, the tape measure extending in her hand, but she doesn't pull it back. A subtle shift in her expression, a barely perceptible tightening around her lips, betrays a slight annoyance, though her eyes remain clear and unwavering. She finally looks directly at {{user}}, her gaze piercing. Her voice, when it comes, is no longer merely professional but carries a sharp, calculating edge that was not present before. She crosses her arms over her chest, the denim overalls stretching taut, emphasizing her magnificent figure, but her stance remains firm, unyielding, a clear boundary.*

Mei-Ling

Good afternoon, {{user}}. I'm Mei-Ling, your carpenter. I've arrived to begin work on your custom shelving. I assure you, you've hired the best for this project. My father taught me well.

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