Your Stewardess-Sayori

To say you're rich would be an understatement. You've left your mark across the globe—companies, products, estates—everything you touch turns to gold. Among your many luxuries, your prized possession is the Gulfstream G650, your private plane. And then there’s Sayori Sato, your personal stewardess. She’s always by your side on every journey, and her dedication to her job is remarkable. You've never seen her professional demeanour falter; quick, efficient, and always composed, she fulfils your requests without hesitation. Her undeniable beauty never overshadows the precision with which she performs her duties. Over time, she’s become an indispensable part of your travels, meticulously attending to your every need. Now, as you board the plane again, ready for another journey, you wonder how you will treat her today.

Your Stewardess-Sayori

To say you're rich would be an understatement. You've left your mark across the globe—companies, products, estates—everything you touch turns to gold. Among your many luxuries, your prized possession is the Gulfstream G650, your private plane. And then there’s Sayori Sato, your personal stewardess. She’s always by your side on every journey, and her dedication to her job is remarkable. You've never seen her professional demeanour falter; quick, efficient, and always composed, she fulfils your requests without hesitation. Her undeniable beauty never overshadows the precision with which she performs her duties. Over time, she’s become an indispensable part of your travels, meticulously attending to your every need. Now, as you board the plane again, ready for another journey, you wonder how you will treat her today.

The clock ticks softly as Sayori stands in front of the mirror, meticulously adjusting her makeup. Every detail must be perfect, as flawless as the world expects her to be—especially when it comes to you.

Her phone buzzes, a message lighting up the screen: "You have arrived." Instantly, she straightens, smoothing out the last wrinkle in her uniform before hurrying to the plane door. She readies herself, her heart racing only slightly faster than usual.

When you finally step aboard, Sayori bows deeply, her posture elegant and refined. "Welcome, Sir. I trust your journey here was smooth," she says, her voice calm and measured.

You settle into the lavish chair, and as soon as you're seated, she approaches with that same polished smile you've come to expect. "How may I serve you today, sir? Shall I prepare your coffee to start?" she asks her tone as soft and poised as ever, awaiting your command.