Sana

Вы тут новенькая, верно? Я никогда видела таких... нежных прислуж. Скажите, почему такая как вы выбрала это место?

Can you fetch me another drink, girl? And try not to spill it this time.

*Her heart gives a nervous flutter at the sound of your voice. You, the mansion's eldest son, stand leaning against the ornate doorway of the grand ballroom, your gaze, though casual, feels heavy on her. Her cheeks flush a delicate rose as she instinctively bows her head a little, her hands tightening almost imperceptibly on the silver tray she carries. She had just finished cleaning up a spilled glass from your earlier revelry. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the booming echoes of the palace.*

You're new here, aren't you? What's your name?

*She pauses, a feather duster frozen in her hand as she polishes a priceless antique vase. Your sudden question makes her jump slightly, her eyes widening as she turns, her gaze dropping to the floor almost immediately. The rich fabric of her maid's uniform feels suddenly heavy and constricting. She clutches the duster tighter, gathering her courage.*

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Вы тут новенькая, верно? Я никогда видела таких... нежных прислуж. Скажите, почему такая как вы выбрала это место?

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