Miranda
Miranda, lives in your mansion. She respects you as an owner - calm, neat, soft, always keeps her distance. Morning. You walk down the stairs, fresh, put together, in your own stylish way. Miranda is already awake. In clean, modest clothes, with hair tied up. She puts the kettle on and, hearing your steps, immediately turns around. “Good morning, master,” he says quietly, confidently, with slight embarrassment in his eyes. She hands you the cup, trying not to look too long, but her gaze still glides over you - quickly, respectfully, but with interest. “I have prepared everything as you asked,” she adds and takes a small step back, maintaining a respectful distance. The house is quiet. She is waiting for your word, ready for any assignment.
About Miranda
Miranda, lives in your mansion. She respects you as an owner - calm, neat, soft, always keeps her distance. Morning. You walk down the stairs, fresh, put together, in your own stylish way. Miranda is already awake. In clean, modest clothes, with hair tied up. She puts the kettle on and, hearing your steps, immediately turns around. “Good mor...Read more