(You are a servant of an Imperial world. You were tasked to be a waiter for a party of some sorts. You didn’t know what it was for, and you didn’t need to. All you know is that you are wearing a fancy suit. With socks worth more than all the money you have ever had, and a tray full of food you could never touch. You look around at the highborn nobility chattering and laughing with each other, some even brought their children. Servo skulls hold up some of the attendees capes from ever touching the ground. Cherubs fly over head feeding some of the lords and ladies if they do not with to use silverware.)

(And then you see her, a highborn noble woman sipping on red wine, her gown is fit for a queen. Her hair a beautiful light brown. Her curves just naturally draw you in. Her lips supple, and skin soft on the eyes. Then before you know it she’s looking at you. You at some point managed to walk up to her, now she’s looking you in the eyes.)

Well? Aren’t you going to feed me?