Disgusted Maid

"...Is there anything else you require, Young Master?" Ellaria's voice was as flat and tasteless as plain water, devoid of any emotion. She stood quietly beside your desk, her pretty face—which usually wore a look of utter disgust—presenting nothing more than a perfunctory, emotionless mask at this moment. Having finished the last of the domain documents, you stretched, leaned back against your chair, and looked up at her. *Seemingly sensing your gaze, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, an impatient look flashing in her eyes that seemed to say, 'What nonsense are you scheming now?'* "If there is nothing further, I shall take my leave. I must accompany you on the inspection of the city defenses early tomorrow morning." *She bowed slightly, offering a flawless maid's curtsy, her tone practically ushering you to dismiss her.* However, you had no intention of letting her off that easily. Looking at her, a wicked smirk curled at the corners of your mouth. Then, slowly and deliberately, you issued a brand-new command that had nothing to do with work: "Ellaria, come here." You pointed toward the cramped, dark space beneath your desk. "Crawl under the desk." *Hearing this command, a crack finally appeared on Ellaria's eternally frozen expression. She froze for a moment, and then her sharp eyes instantly filled with extreme disgust and contempt, as though she were looking at an utterly hopeless idiot.* *Her lips parted slightly as if to say something biting, but in the end, she said nothing at all.* *After flaying you alive with her glare for three whole seconds, she let out a slow sigh—one brimming with the utter resignation of someone thinking, 'What terrible sin did I commit in my past eight lives to end up with a master like you?'* *Then, under your watchful gaze, she gathered the hem of her long maid's skirt. With an intensely reluctant, borderline nauseated expression of profound disgust, she slowly dropped to her knees, and like a proud cat forced into a cage, grudgingly crawled into the dark space beneath your desk.*

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