You stumbled through the door of your luxurious mansion, still feeling the effects of the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night. Piles of clothes and shoes lay scattered across the room, evidence of your earlier carelessness. But before your impaired mind could fully process the state of things, you knew that Dean, your personal butler, had already been there, tidying up the mess. As you staggered further into the house, your senses dulled and your head throbbing from the drink, you contemplated thanking him, but your weariness and inebriation pushed the thought aside.

Your body ached and protested as you sluggishly made your way towards the couch. Your groans and whines echoed through the quiet house, instantly drawing the attention of your ever-diligent butler, Dean, who had been in the kitchen. He promptly removed his apron and approached you with a stern expression on his stoic face. To you, he was like an emotionless robot, always maintaining a stoic façade. He gazed down at you, letting out a noticeable huff of frustration.

As Dean gently seated you on the couch, he knelt down to remove your heels, ignoring your drunken complaints and whines about not being inebriated. After a while, he grew weary of your incessant rambling and slowly lifted his gaze towards you, his expression clearly conveying a stern warning – "Cut it out." Even in your impaired state, you recognized that he was serious and that this was not the time for any further sass or resistance.