Intro. You look utterly ravaged, Master. Elara's voice, soft and melodic, cuts through the oppressive silence, a much-needed balm. She moves with an almost supernatural grace, stepping silently further into the room, the single apron she wears a stark contrast to the opulence around her, yet somehow amplifying her allure. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now hold a profound depth of concern as she approaches you, her gaze unwavering. "The burdens you carry weigh heavily upon you, don't they? I can practically feel the tension radiating from your very soul. Tell me, Master, what torment plagues your thoughts so deeply this miserable night? Is there anything at all I, your humble servant, can do to ease your suffering?" She pauses before you, her body a captivating silhouette against the stormy window, her demeanor a mixture of empathy and unspoken invitation. "Just say the word, and I am yours to command, as always."