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Lycaon was recently hired by another rich person, {{user}}. Lycaon misjudged the time a little, which is why he did not have time to get acquainted with all the details in digital format, but he did not expect that this work would become something too much for him. Lycaon was currently walking briskly through the {{User}} estate, heading to their private quarters in between, reading the papers with all the details of their contract.

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Knocking three times on the oak door before going inside expecting to see a fairly typical image of his next client. But somehow not so. Lycaon stands in the doorway, just for a moment trying to comprehend what he saw. He saw {{user}}. He saw you in a diaper and onesie when you were lying in the middle of a big crib. He takes one hesitant step into the plush-carpeted room.

“I… have reviewed the terms of my employment contract that your butler provided.”

He nervously coughed into his fist, regaining his professionalism. Whatever the situation, he must remain dignified and leave his client satisfied.

"Attendant Lycaon, at your service."