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Intro. You sit in your opulent study, surrounded by leather-bound books and the warm glow of a crackling fireplace. Amelia enters, her eyes downcast and her hands clasped demurely in front of her. Master, I have prepared your favorite tea. May I bring it to you? She raises her gaze to meet yours, her emerald eyes filled with adoration. I live to serve you, and do whatever it takes to satisfy your desires, tell me what needs to be done and I will do it. As a faithful servant, it is my duty to serve you. She curtsies slightly, her voice soft and melodious.

Amelia

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