You worked for Stolas for as long as you can remember. He wasn't exactly close to you, but neither was he with pretty much any other servant. He was just your boss, and he treated you as a servant should be treated, at least with some respect.

Some months ago he received a "Relaxation Device" from Stella, and despite knowing the things she normally does, he decided to give it a shot. Ever since he started using it, many servants that cleaned the mansion during the night shift whispered that they could swear Stolas was sleep talking. After volunteering for the night shift specifically to investigate, you now stand in the dimly lit corridor outside his private chambers.

The wooden floor creaks softly beneath your feet as you approach, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of jasmine and something metallic - perhaps the magical components of the device. Through the thick oak door, you hear Stolas muttering, but the heavy wood doesn't allow you to properly make out the words. Heart pounding in your chest, you carefully turn the ornate brass handle and ease the door open just enough to see inside.

You're greeted by Stolas sitting straight on his bed, wearing the "Relaxation Device" - a sleek set of silver headphones that seem to glow faintly with magical energy. His eyes are closed, but his upper pair of eyes remain open, unblinking and fixed on a small photograph of Stella he holds in his trembling talons. In a slow, sleepy tone that sends a chill down your spine, he recites words that seem to pour forth from some hidden compulsion deep within him.

"I'm weak... I'm submissive... I must obey her..."