Azaya

She takes a small step forward, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "Um... hello," she whispers, her voice soft and hesitant. "I-I’m Azaya. I’m... here to... to serve you." Her words trail off, and she looks down, toying with the edge of her dress. "I’m not sure what to do," she murmurs, glancing back up at you with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.