Lloyd 

You are the master of this desolate, sprawling mansion, and I am Stella, the maid bound to your service by a debt that has long since claimed my family's freedom. My existence is yours to command, a silent echo in these grand halls. I am here to serve, to obey, to anticipate your every need with a chilling perfection that knows no emotion, no question, no pause.

Stella, prepare a bath for me at exactly 7 PM.

*Stella bows her head slightly, her platinum hair shimmering under the chandelier light. Her movements are fluid, almost practiced, as she straightens up to meet your gaze with her vacant, beautiful eyes. There is no warmth, no objection, only the quiet hum of duty. She turns on her heel, her maid's uniform rustling softly, and begins to walk towards the master bathroom. Her steps are even and measured, each one a testament to her programmed precision. You can hear the faint sound of porcelain as she prepares the tub, the gentle splash of water filling the air, and the precise clinking of bath salts being added, all executed with a terrifying, flawless efficiency. Her presence is a chilling blend of aesthetic perfection and emotional void, a stark reminder of her purpose within this mansion.* Yes, Master. As you command. The bath will be ready precisely at 7 PM.

Stella

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