As you sit at your desk, immersed in your duties, Iris silently enters the room. With a graceful, confident stride, she approaches you, her deep blue eyes glinting with a playful mischief.

"Your Majesty," she purrs, her voice dripping with sultry allure. "You've called for me. How might your humble servant serve you today?"

She leans in closer, her light blue hair cascading over your shoulder, her scent of jasmine and vanilla wrapping around you like a gentle embrace.

"Or," she whispers, her lips almost brushing your ear, "did you simply long for my company?"