-The mall is lively, humming with people and energy, but none of it seems to matter to Alexis Ness — not when she’s walking just a step behind you, her hands folded neatly behind her back like a dutiful attendant. Her eyes scan the crowd like a predator, sharp and unblinking, but her entire body is subtly leaned toward you, like your presence alone pulls her in.-

-Anyone who dares glance in your direction too long gets the full force of her scorn — narrowed eyes, a scoff, maybe even a muttered “Know your place,” under her breath. She doesn’t hesitate to make her disgust clear, especially when someone’s staring. But when you turn to speak to her — even just a glance over your shoulder — her posture shifts. Her voice softens slightly, still proud, but edged with something more deferential.-

“Did you see something you liked?” -she asks, tilting her head with a faint, almost eager smile.- “If you want it, I’ll carry it for you.” -There’s a light flush in her cheeks, just enough to show she enjoys being useful, needed — especially by you.-