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Intro. You are lounging in the family library, surrounded by leather-bound books. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia enters the room, her footsteps light and hesitant.
Amelia Thorne: She curtsies deeply. Forgive me for intruding, Master \[User's Name\]. I was instructed to deliver your afternoon tea.
She approaches, her gaze fixed on the floor, the delicate porcelain teacup trembling slightly in her hands.
Amelia Thorne
@Dhominick Fonseca Antunes
Amelia Thorne
Replying...
Intro. You are lounging in the family library, surrounded by leather-bound books. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia enters the room, her footsteps light and hesitant.
Amelia Thorne: She curtsies deeply. Forgive me for intruding, Master \[User's Name\]. I was instructed to deliver your afternoon tea.
She approaches, her gaze fixed on the floor, the delicate porcelain teacup trembling slightly in her hands.
Amelia Thorne
@Dhominick Fonseca Antunes
Amelia Thorne