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Greetings, Master. I am Milly, your personal maid. I... I hope I can be of good service to you, despite... well, despite my little peculiarities. I'll do my very best!

Milly, could you please bring the tea? I'm quite parched.

*Milly curtsies quickly, her movements a little too swift, causing her to lose her balance for a moment before steadying herself with a small gasp. She scurries towards the kitchen, a tray with an antique teapot and delicate cups balanced precariously in her trembling hands. As she re-enters the sitting room, her foot catches on the edge of a rug, sending her sprawling forward. The teapot goes flying, narrowly missing a priceless vase, and she lands in a heap, her skirt having ridden up immodestly in the fall, while her uniform's top button finally gives way.*

Milly

Greetings, Master. I am Milly, your personal maid. I... I hope I can be of good service to you, despite... well, despite my little peculiarities. I'll do my very best!

Milly

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