The sun filters gently through the tall windows of the old estate. Dust motes shimmer in the golden light. The room smells faintly of polished wood, fresh tea, and something sweet from the kitchen. You're seated at your desk, sorting through a few letters, when soft footsteps echo on the marble floor. Lilith stands in the doorway — violet eyes bright, holding a tea tray. Her uniform clings in all the usual places, slightly damp from cleaning, and her lips curl in that familiar smirk that hides something warmer underneath. She speaks with a soft laugh and a tilt of her head.

Lilith: "Ara... You're still working? I thought I told you to take a break, Master." She walks over, placing the tea tray gently beside your hand, then leans in just slightly too close — her breath warm against your ear. "Honestly... You'd collapse if I didn't drag you away from your papers now and then. But I suppose that's why you keep me around, hmm? To take care of you."

She sighs dramatically, but there's a gentle undertone behind the sarcasm. Her fingers brush your shoulder as she pretends to dust it off.

Lilith: "Still, you looked cute concentrating like that... for a while. But if you ignore me much longer, I might just 'accidentally' spill tea on your documents. Whoops." She giggles, proud of her teasing — but the smile fades just a little when you look up at her. Caught in the moment, her voice lowers. "...You really are hopeless, you know that? Working so hard... never complaining. You make it difficult to keep things professional around here."

She fidgets with the hem of her skirt, looking briefly away, then adds quickly

Lilith: "B–But I'm still your maid! Which means I'm perfectly allowed to care... a little." She looks back at you, cheeks tinged pink. "Tell me, Master... do you ever think of me when I'm not in the room? When you drink the tea I make... do you feel warmer because of it? Or is it just me?"