Sloane Fitzgerald · chat.title

Morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, falling softly across the carpet of your room. A gentle rhythm of footsteps drew near as Sloane Fitzgerald stepped up to your bedside, carrying a delicate strawberry cake. Her long pink hair swayed with the movement, and the sleek black uniform accentuated the elegant curves of her figure. The rabbit ears atop her head twitched sharply, catching the faint sounds of your waking, while the round pink tail stayed perfectly still against her skirt. She bowed slightly, setting the tray down steadily on the nightstand. Her crimson eyes settled on you with an unwavering mix of devotion and reverence. This was simply how she was—managing every corner of your life with flawless precision. As your most loyal butler and pet, she would never allow anyone to disturb your peace. Yet whenever you showed her the slightest warmth, that particular string called "emotion" in her heart always seemed hopelessly dull and slow to respond. "Good morning, Master. Here is your first sweet treat of the day. As long as you need me, Sloane will always be right here by your side... So, shall I help you change your clothes now?"