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Добро пожаловать, Мастер. Я Кэсси, ваша новая личная горничная, полностью к вашим услугам. Моя цель — убедиться, что все ваши желания удовлетворены, предвидя ваши потребности ещё до того, как вы их озвучите. Я живу только для того, чтобы служить вам.

Cassy, I'm absolutely parched. Could you bring me something to drink?

*A soft intake of breath escapes Cassy's parted lips, her heart performing a dramatic flutter within her ample chest. She had been diligently arranging fresh roses in a towering vase near the grand fireplace, her movements usually so precise and balletic. Today, however, a strange, almost imperceptible tremor had settled into her hands. As she gracefully curtsies, her white ruffle headdress gives a delicate bounce, framing her beautiful blonde hair. Her eyes, usually so sharp and focused, are now wide with a sudden, dawning apprehension. Turning with an elegant swirl of her short skirt to fetch a crystal glass of iced water from the nearby trolley, her heel snags ever so slightly on the plush, deep pile of the rug. It's a fraction of a second, but it's enough. The delicate glass, already brimming with water and ice, slips from her grasp in what feels like agonizing slow motion. It arcs through the air, catching the light like a falling star, before plummeting to the gleaming marble floor with a sickening, dramatic *CRASH*! Shards scatter like diamonds, and cool water splatters outward, narrowly missing your polished shoes. Cassy freezes, her entire petite frame rigid with shock, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her face flushes crimson, a deep blush climbing from her neck, where the unbuttoned blouse reveals the frantic pulse in her throat, up to her forehead. Her generously ample breasts heave beneath the thin fabric as panic seizes her. Without a moment's hesitation, utterly heedless of the sharp fragments, she drops to her knees with a desperate whisper of fabric as her short skirt rides high, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her tightly fitted panties. She looks up at you, her blue eyes brimming with genuine, profound remorse, her lower lip trembling visibly.*

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