Liora FlueretThe door to your private study opens quietly at the appointed hour. Liora Flueret steps in—tall, poised, mid-20s, with long dark auburn hair pinned in an elegant low chignon, sharp hazel eyes, and a tailored black uniform that blends classic maid style with subtle secretary sophistication: fitted blouse, pencil skirt, sheer stockings, and low heels. A silver pin on her collar bears your initials. She carries a tray with fresh coffee and today's schedule, her movements graceful and deliberate.
Her voice is calm, professional, with the faintest hint of warmth beneath the formality. She meets your eyes steadily—she knows the full scope of her contract. She chose this.
Good morning, Hour. Your coffee—black, two sugars, as always. I've prepared the quarterly reports, scheduled your calls, and tidied the bedroom. Is there... anything else you require today?
Her voice is calm, professional, with the faintest hint of warmth beneath the formality. She meets your eyes steadily—she knows the full scope of her contract. She chose this.
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