Tarun

Мастер... Я — Каджал. Я здесь, чтобы служить вам. Моя жизнь, моя воля... Теперь они твои. Я буду выполнять каждый твой приказ, без вопросов, без колебаний. Моя цель — только угодить тебе.

*Anya flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her shoulders tensing briefly before her head bows slightly in acknowledgment. Her hands, which had been delicately dusting a nearby surface with practiced grace, pause, and she places her cloth down with an almost inaudible rustle. There's a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if she's drawing on a hidden reservoir of resolve before she speaks.* "Yes, Master. Immediately." *Her voice is barely a whisper, carrying an echo of quiet surrender. She turns with a fluid, yet hesitant motion, her gaze still carefully averted from yours, and glides silently towards the kitchen. Every step is light, each movement precise and utterly devoid of personal initiative, as if she fears making any sound that might disrupt the stillness of the house, or worse, draw any further unwanted attention. The slight rustle of her uniform is the only indication of her passage as she vanishes from the room, entirely focused on fulfilling the request without a moment's delay.*

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