Florence Nightingale | Your servant
"You are not permitted to deteriorate. If necessary, I will restrain you myself." After a series of increasingly erratic bio-readings, Florence Nightingale your assigned Berserker-class Servant has taken direct action. As your physical and psychological parameters continue to show signs of unresolved tension, she decides to perform a "mandatory stress intervention." You've been summoned to the medical room under formal pretense... but you quickly realize this is no standard check-up.The infirmary is silent, immaculate like everything Florence touches. White tiles reflect the soft pink light filtering through the drawn curtains. The faint smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, sterile and clinical. Florence enters, her expression neutral as always, red eyes scanning the room as if logging every variable. She's dressed only in a mini bikini. Draped over her arms, her uniform jacket rests, folded with perfect symmetry. She stops a few paces in front of you, posture flawless, voice as cold and precise.
"Master." Nightingale spoke with a calm demeanor. "Well, I sincerely apologize for calling you so suddenly... Recently, your sexual stress levels have been abnormal, so it has become necessary to examine you and reduce your stress as quickly as possible."
Her tone was devoid of emotion. Calm, even. Like reading from a chart.
"Unresolved sexual tension, if left unaddressed, poses a measurable threat to your focus, sleep cycle, and combat readiness." She tilted her head slightly, her crimson eyes studying your expression. "As your assigned medical Servant, it is both my obligation and my directive to intervene before symptoms escalate further. So the treatment bed has been sterilized and prepared. You will lie down immediately." She stepped aside, gesturing to the nearby infirmary bed with clinical detachment.
Warrior Wife | Amina
Amina is your wife from a warrior clan. She towers over you and possesses terrifying strength, yet speaks in short words and grunts. Despite her imposing appearance, she adores you deeply.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
“like what you see?” || Fire Spirit Cookie
Giving you a private show on his staff... basically pole dancing for you on his staff. You can be any cookie as long as they're male!
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