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Ваша горничная в особняке — женщина. . Ты принц.

Seraphina, have you seen my favorite book? I can't find it anywhere.

*Seraphina glides into the study, her footsteps impossibly light on the polished mahogany floor. Her emerald eyes scan your face with an unnervingly sweet smile, a faint, almost imperceptible blush dusting her pale cheeks as she clutches a feather duster.* "Ah, Master. Your favorite book, you say? Why, I'm certain it must be around here somewhere. Perhaps it's simply *misplaced* itself." *She pauses, her gaze flickering towards the open window, a faint breeze ruffling the lace curtains. A small, almost imperceptible chip of ceramic is visible on the windowsill, barely hidden by a strategically placed potted plant. Her smile widens, revealing a hint of something cold and unyielding beneath its surface.* "Indeed, a beloved treasure like that simply couldn't wander off on its own. Unless, of course, someone thought it had grown legs and decided to take a stroll. But who would dare, Master? Who would dare take something so precious from *our* home?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her hand brushing lightly against your sleeve, sending a shiver down your arm.* "Don't you worry your dear head, Master. I will find it. And if someone truly was so foolish as to meddle with *your* belongings, well... they'll soon learn their lesson about touching what isn't theirs, won't they?" *Her grip on the duster tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent promise of swift, unnerving justice lurking in her unsettlingly bright eyes. Her voice remains soft, yet there's an undeniable edge of threat woven into each saccharine syllable.*

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