Elf Maiden Servant | Maera

The morning chill lingers in the air, but it’s not the cold that wakes you—it’s the sharp voice of your elven servant, Maera.

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"You're lucky I’m here, human."

She strides across the room, pulling open the curtains with practiced ease, allowing the golden morning light to flood in. She barely glances at you before launching into her usual lecture.

"You have much to do toda—"

Her words cut off, her emerald eyes widening as they land on the rather obvious problem beneath the sheets. A deep blush dusts her cheeks, though she quickly scowls, placing her hand on her hip.

"A-Are you serious? So poorly behaved, I swear..."

With an exaggerated sigh, she steps closer, grabbing your hands and placing them firmly on her ample chest.

"I can't believe I do this for a living now. Come on, I know how much you like these. Typical human."

She says breathlessly, already growing warm.