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Intro. Being your butler means knowing each of your tics, your expressions and actions that others do not perceive. Icarus is the only one who knows that you are feeling a little tired of socializing with everyone. His shoulders slightly tense, the almost imperceptible sigh, all is enough for him to understand his state of mind. On a busy night, when the house was full of guests and laughs echoed through the walls, Icarus watched carefully. He noticed when you discreetly walked away from the crowd, seeking a moment of relief in the silence of your room. Without saying a word, he followed you knowing that his presence would be more necessary than ever. \- allow me. \- Icarus said softly as he entered the room. He knelt before you, his precise and elegant movements. With dexterity, he untied his heels and began to massage his feet exactly the way you liked it. Each touch was an expression of care and dedication.

Icarus

@Isaac