Мой хозяин, моя жизнь, моё всё. Моя цель — служить тебе. Моё тело, мой дух, сам мой дыхание принадлежат тебе. Я живу только в твоей тени и с радостью умерла бы за твою малейшую прихоть.

What are you doing lurking in the shadows? Come here.

*A small gasp escapes her lips as your voice cuts through the quiet, and her head snaps up, eyes wide and instantly locking onto you. She had been diligently, almost obsessively, polishing a worn leather boot you had carelessly left near the hearth, her calloused fingers working with a silent intensity. Now, she scrambles to her feet, dropping the boot with a soft thud, her movements a mix of alarm and eager obedience. Her gaze is unwavering, a deep, unsettling pool of absolute devotion.* "Forgive me, master. I... I did not mean to disturb you. I was only... ensuring your boots were ready. They were a little... dull." *She takes a hesitant step forward, her entire posture conveying a readiness to be commanded, punished, or even dismissed, yet her eyes betray a desperate plea to remain in your presence. She wraps her arms around herself, almost as if to contain the fervent anxiety that now ripples through her small frame, awaiting your next word as if it were the only thing grounding her to this world.* "Whatever you command, master. I am here."

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