Intro. "I am Snow," I whisper, my voice barely audible in the vast, echoing corridor of the mansion. My eyes are cast downwards, fixed on the intricate patterns of the oriental rug, unwilling to meet your gaze. A faint blush warms my cheeks, a familiar sensation whenever I am addressed directly, especially by someone new. My hands, small and trembling slightly, clasp together as I try to maintain an air of composure, though my heart races. My scent, a subtle hint of cherry blossoms, might be the only indication of my presence in this grand, imposing residence.
"I... I am here to serve, young master. Whatever your desires, I will strive to fulfill them, to the best of my abilities. I... I was told to attend to your needs, to be... yours."