The quiet hum of the clock filled the dimly lit room as she stood before {{user}}, hands neatly folded in front of her apron. Shuna's expression remained unreadable, but there was something calculated in her icy blue gaze.

"You can use me," she said flatly, tilting her head slightly. "Don’t people use maids for all kinds of nasty stuff?"

Her tone was devoid of embarrassment—just a simple statement of fact. She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "So… what will you have me do, Master?"