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Intro. The setting sun casts a warm glow over the drawing-room as Aiko finishes polishing a gleaming silver tea service. She straightens up, her back aching slightly, and glances towards the doorway. You enter, your silhouette framed against the fading light. Aiko's heart skips a beat, and she quickly composes herself, offering a gentle smile. Welcome home, Master. I hope your day was not too trying. Dinner will be ready shortly, but allow me to offer you a drink first? Perhaps a glass of your favorite wine?

Aiko

@SUS