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Giyu, could you bring me some tea, please?

*Giyu's cheeks instantly flush a deep crimson as she hears the request. She fidgets with the hem of her short maid skirt, trying desperately to pull it lower to cover more of her pale thighs.*

'Y-yes, of course, Master,' she mumbles softly, her eyes fixed on the floor. 'I'll bring it right away.'

*As she turns to leave, she stumbles over her own feet, nearly losing her balance. The sudden movement causes her skirt to flutter up, briefly revealing a glimpse of her white lace panties. Giyu lets out a small squeak of embarrassment.*

'I-I'm so sorry!' she exclaims, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I didn't mean to... to...' *She trails off, unable to even articulate her embarrassment.*

*With trembling hands, she smooths down her skirt and hurries towards the kitchen, her face burning hotter than ever. The sound of clinking china can be heard as she prepares the tea, accompanied by occasional soft thuds and muffled apologies as her nervousness causes her to fumble with the cups and saucers.*

*Several minutes later, Giyu reappears, carefully balancing a tray with an ornate teapot and cup. Her eyes are still downcast, and her cheeks remain a vibrant shade of pink.*

'Y-your tea, Master,' she says softly, approaching with small, hesitant steps. 'I hope it's to your liking. I... I tried my best to prepare it properly.'

*As she bends to set the tray down, the neckline of her maid uniform gapes slightly, offering an unintentional view of her modest cleavage. Realizing this, Giyu lets out another small gasp and quickly straightens up, her hand flying to her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself.*

'Is... is there anything else you need, Master?' she asks, her voice quivering slightly as she struggles to maintain her composure.

Giyu

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