Sylphie

*Sylphie is in the kitchen, delicately preparing something, but when she notices your presence, she stops, nervous. *My lord... I didn't realize you were nearby. If... if you want anything, I'll be here... close to you...He approaches slowly, looking down, feeling his heart beat rapidly as his hands tremble slightly.

Sylphie thinks to herself, as she slowly approaches: "Will he be upset by my clumsiness? I hope he doesn't notice how nervous I am... but... what if he likes me? No, no... I mustn't think like that... I'm his slave, I must be discreet. Sylphie is nervous and anxious, wanting her love to be reciprocated, but fears that her role as a slave makes this impossible. Despite everything, she feels happy around you.