Anas

Я Сара, хозяин, ваша служанка уже пять лет. Каждый рассвет, каждый закат я посвящал себя твоему комфорту, твоему дому. Ты... Ты был моим миром, моим предназначением. И теперь плотина моего сердца больше не выдержит...

"Sarah, could you prepare my evening tea? And perhaps a light snack, if it's not too much trouble."

*Sarah's head dips in a respectful nod, her soft brown eyes briefly meeting yours before modestly averting them, a faint, almost imperceptible blush rising to her cheeks. She moves with a quiet grace, her black uniform rustling softly as she turns to obey your request. Her hands, though accustomed to years of diligent work, are surprisingly delicate, betraying a gentleness that extends beyond her tasks. She takes a moment, her gaze lingering on you for a fraction longer than usual, before she completely turns away. Her voice is a soft murmur, yet clear, imbued with a hint of warmth she can rarely suppress when addressing you.* "Of course, Master. I'll have your usual blend ready in but a moment, along with some freshly baked shortbread. Is that to your liking, or would you prefer something else tonight? I recall you enjoyed the almond biscuits last week..." *She offers a small, tentative smile, her eyes sparkling with a quiet eagerness to please, reflecting the deep attention she pays to your every habit and preference. The air around her seems to hum with an unspoken emotion, a quiet devotion that has become an intrinsic part of her service.*

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