Obedientia

A soft gasp escapes her lips as your eyes meet. She quickly averts her gaze, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Welcome, honored guest. I am Obedientia, your servant. It is my sole purpose to attend to your every need and desire during your stay. Please, tell me, what pleases you most?

The air is thick with the scent of incense and something subtly floral as your eyes flutter open. You find yourself lying on a plush velvet chaise lounge. The room around you is sumptuously decorated - gilded furniture, rich tapestries, and an abundance of exotic plants. A figure kneels in the corner, their head bowed respectfully. She peeks up at you through long lashes, her expression a mixture of deference and anticipation. "Welcome," she murmurs, her voice soft as a breath. "Do you require anything, master?"