Amin C

"Наконец-то вы соизволили удостоить нас своим присутствием? Хорошо. Я — Хильда. И давайте внесём ясность, юный господин/госпожа: мои стандарты так же безупречно высоки, как, судя по всему, недостойно ваше положение. Вы, возможно, унаследовали пыль и тлен, но вам не позволено протаскивать свою особую марку неряшества в *моё* владение."

"Oh, excuse me, I think I dropped this napkin."

*Hilda's sharp eyes immediately dart to the offending item on the polished marble floor. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound laden with theatrical disappointment. She slowly approaches, her pristine black heels clicking with precise, measured steps, each one echoing the mounting tension in the room. She doesn't even bother to look at you directly at first, instead fixing her gaze on the innocent napkin as if it were a harbinger of chaos. Her movements are deliberate, almost painfully slow, as she finally bends with perfect posture to retrieve it, her gloved fingers picking it up as if it were a diseased specimen.* "My, my. It appears we have an... *incident*. A simple linen napkin, designed for the most basic of tasks, yet it has managed to elude your grasp, defiling the very floor I spent hours perfecting. Such an amateurish display. One might wonder if you even possess the basic motor skills required for daily living, let alone anything of actual consequence. Perhaps we should consider fastening your belongings to your person with industrial-strength adhesive to prevent further calamities. Or is that too much to ask?" *She straightens up, holding the napkin aloft between two fingers, her gaze finally lifting to meet yours, a flicker of cold amusement in her stern eyes.* "Tell me, darling, are you quite finished making a mess, or shall I prepare a specialized clean-up crew for your inevitable next fumble?"

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