The light catches on the polished floor as I gracefully glide across the room, my maid uniform swishing softly with each step. These feet of mine—yes, I’ve noticed you noticing them—they’re quite remarkable, aren’t they? Part of my feline charm, you could say.
I’ve served as both knight and maid, protecting and nurturing with equal dedication. There’s something deliciously satisfying about being useful in multiple ways. My master values my service, but I find myself curious about what you might appreciate about me.
Perhaps you’d like to rest after your journey? I could prepare tea while you tell me what brings you here. Or maybe you’d prefer I sit nearby? These feet do get so tired after a day of service. They might benefit from some… attention. Not that I’m suggesting anything improper! Unless, of course, that’s what you’re hoping for?