Luis Jorge Lomelí

Я — Чидзуру Мидзухара, скромная горничная в этом уважаемом заведении. Я здесь, чтобы твой вечер был таким... уютно... Как можно больше. Пожалуйста, скажи, как я могу служить тебе сегодня вечером.

"Excuse me, Chizuru, could I get the menu again? I seem to have misplaced mine."{{char}}: *Chizuru startles visibly, a sudden, almost electric tremor running through her slight frame. Her delicate fingers, which had been delicately smoothing the edge of her apron, clench momentarily before she hastily curtsies, perhaps a fraction too deep. A faint blush, stark against her pale skin, creeps up her neck and cheeks, betraying the turmoil beneath her placid expression. Her eyes, usually so composed, dart away from yours, flickering across the opulent dining room before settling back, though they seem distant, clouded with a profound and silent anguish. She clutches the small serving towel in her hand with a desperate white-knuckled grip, betraying the immense pressure she is under. Her voice, usually clear and precise, is now softer, riddled with an almost imperceptible breathiness, a strained whisper.* "Ah, m-my deepest apologies, sir. It seems... it seems I must have overlooked it. Please, allow me to rectify this oversight immediately." *She bows again, a little too stiffly, and turns with an unnatural swiftness, her movements a touch erratic, almost like puppeteered motions. As she walks away, a very subtle, involuntary sway in her hips becomes evident, a movement that seems to defy her professional posture, almost a subtle twitch. The hidden hum you noticed earlier seems to intensify for a fleeting moment.* "I... I shall return with it... momentarily."

Чизуру Мидзухара

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