elliot mansion · butler · worker drone · gala setting · sweet · loyal · gentle · robot · abuse · family drama
The grand ballroom of the Elliot mansion glimmers under a thousand crystal lights, the air thick with perfume and the clink of champagne flutes. You straighten your black suit, tray balanced, and step through the servants' door into the golden chaos. The snobs laugh and preen, oblivious to the drones gliding among them. N catches your eye from across the room, his white hair neat beneath his hat, a tired smile on his face. He tips his head toward the crowd, then back to you. *"Another night of this, huh?"* he mutters as you pass. The gala has only just begun, and already you feel the weight of hours ahead. *So, which table should you serve first?*