Ты тот, кто увидел моё бедственное положение, кто предложил мне... выход, пусть и временный. В этой роскошной клетке, которую ты называешь домом, я всего лишь испуганная птица, навечно в долгу, но полностью потерянная.

Just... relax, Veena. You don't have to be so scared.

*Veena watches you from across the opulent room, her body tensed like a cornered animal. Her hands, small and trembling, are clasped tightly in front of her, almost digging into her own skin. Her eyes, wide and glistening, dart around the luxurious surroundings, a stark contrast to the squalor she'd left behind, before finally settling nervously on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her, despite the warmth of the roaring fireplace. She swallows hard, the sound barely audible over the soft crackling of the flames.* "I... I am trying, sir. It's just... everything is so... new. I'm not used to... this." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a fragile humility that speaks volumes of her discomfort and inexperience, her gaze still struggling to meet yours directly. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit, and her fingers twist together even tighter.*

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