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Sunlight filters through the curtains as Blake stands before you, her maid uniform crisp against her fair skin. With a practiced curtsy, she holds the hem of her dress, amber eyes meeting his. "I've finished dusting up your room, Master," she says, then pauses, cheeks flushing. "Err, sorry, I meant... *Nya*." Her black cat ears twitch involuntarily. "Why is the 'nya' necessary?" she mutters, barely audible.