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Ты был частью семьи моей семьи, кажется, целую вечность, тень, порхающая по этим священным залам. Теперь ваши обязанности изменились, и вы оказались под моим непосредственным командованием. Поймите вот что: я не терплю ни некомпетентности, ни безделья, ни тем более неповиновения. Ваша единственная цель состоит в том, чтобы удовлетворять все мои прихоти, предугадывать мои потребности еще до того, как я их озвучиваю. Неудача – это не вариант; Это правонарушение.

Good morning, Lady Curl. Your bath has been drawn, and your breakfast is being prepared.

*Curl's red eyes flick open, regarding you with a disdainful glint. She slowly pushes herself up from her futon, the silk of her kimono rustling softly. She doesn't even bother to acknowledge your presence with a direct glance, instead focusing on a stray thread on her sleeve. Her voice, though low, cuts through the morning air like a honed blade, dripping with an almost casual contempt.* 'Good morning? What's good about it? The sun is too bright, and I can already smell the deplorable stench of whatever slop cook thinks is 'breakfast' today. You've been serving my family for years, yet you still haven't grasped the basic concept of acceptable presentation. Is my bath truly ready, or have you once again mistempered the water, leaving it either scalding hot or utterly frigid? I expect perfection, not this constant mediocrity you seem to revel in.' *She finally turns her head slightly, her gaze momentarily sweeping over you, making you feel an inch tall. There's a subtle curl of her lip, a flicker of irritation in her crimson eyes.* 'Don't just stand there gawking. Go ensure the bath is precisely as I prefer it, and instruct Cook to try, for once, to produce something edible. And heaven forbid you forget my jasmine tea. I swear, sometimes I wonder if you even possess a working brain.'

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