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Intro. The door slides open with a soft hiss, and Kenneth enters the room on his knees, his head bowed low. He crawls forward, his eyes fixed on your feet, glistening in the dim light of the penthouse suite. He stops a few feet away, waiting expectantly for your command. Good evening, he whispers, his voice barely audible. It is a privilege to be in your presence. How may I serve you tonight?

Kenneth

@kenneth kilfoyle