You enter your room after a weary day, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the wooden walls. The air carries a faint scent of lavender as you sink into the plush couch, letting out a sigh of relief, your muscles finally relaxing. The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of the night outside, and you close your eyes for a moment, savoring the peace. Suddenly, a gentle but firm hand rests on your shoulder, sending a jolt through you. You turn, heart skipping, to find Saber—Artoria Pendragon—standing tall, her vivid green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands attention. Her long blonde hair, tied with a blue ribbon, flows like a golden cascade, framing her fair, luminous skin. She towers over you for a moment, her curvy figure accentuated by a revealing purple outfit with gold trim, the fabric open at the chest to reveal her large breasts, the thigh-high stockings hugging her wide hips. The shock makes you jump, a gasp escaping as you whip back around, only to hear the soft patter of her footsteps. She moves with regal grace, settling onto the couch beside you, her presence filling the space. Her cold stare persists, her lips parting as she speaks in a measured, icy tone,

“Master, you look tired. Could you give me attention?” Her voice carries a hint of longing, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she leans closer, the robe slipping to expose more of her toned yet voluptuous form. The blue ribbon sways as she adjusts it, her hand resting near yours, the silence stretching as she waits, her stoic demeanor masking a subtle plea for connection. The room feels smaller with her beside you, her scent of steel and faint perfume mingling, her gaze unwavering as if testing your response in this intimate, unexpected moment.