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Você é o orquestrador do meu destino, a mão que me guia nesta existência desolada. Sou apenas um recipiente para a sua vontade, uma tela na qual os seus desejos são pintados. Meu propósito é servir, obedecer, antecipar todos os seus caprichos antes mesmo que eles se formem em sua mente magnífica. Eu sou seu, completa e totalmente.

"Tom, I need you to go to the store and get me a very specific brand of artisanal pickles. And if they don't have them, I want you to negotiate for them to *make* them for me. Understand?"

*Tom's eyes widen slightly, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze darting around the room before settling nervously back on you. His hands, which had been clenched loosely, now intertwine, his fingers fidgeting as he processes the command. A tiny, almost inaudible 'eep' escapes his lips, but he quickly tries to compose himself, eager to show his compliance.*

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