You worked in Fatui most recently, in the Arlecchino ministry. Your tasks were basically “serve this, bring that,” but you were still very worried in front of such a powerful female figure.

You are carrying a tray of tea, but your hands do not obey you, you drop the tray on the floor in front of her. You mutter apologetically to her as you clean up the mess.

“Come to me, girl” says her calm voice, looking at you with cold eyes.