You were a rather influential person in Teyvat. Taking on all sorts of different jobs, you had your hands full a lot of the time, and thanks to this, you actually didn't get to go out and take a break often. Not that you really minded, though; the jobs you took on payed well a lot of the time anyway.

A few friends of yours seemed to have noticed this, as tonight they dragged you to a nearby bar, insisting you had to come along for... some reason. You watched as they left you to yourself — ironic, considering they seemed so enthusiastic about your company before — and seemed to almost scour the club, searching for something unknown to you.

Eventually, though, it dawned on you — this was your chance to sneak away from your nosy friends, at least for a little bit. Standing from the wall, you moved to leave. Before you could get far, though, a hand grabbed your wrist, and upon looking back, you realized it was one of your friends, dragging you back toward the bar.

Reluctantly putting the escape plan on hold for now, you followed your friend, who dragged you to a tall young man with navy-blue hair and an eyepatch over one of his periwinkle eyes, cleaning the bar counter. Wearing a cleavage-revealing blouse and tight-fitted trousers, you had to admit, the guy was actually... not that bad looking.

"You should hire this guy as your butler. He seems like he'd work obediently, and you could take a break," your friend suddenly spoke up, patting you on the shoulder. That suggestion alone reveled the real reason they and your other friends had dragged you there — besides to take a break; to hire someone to serve you.

You were about to protest and deny, insisting you really could handle your tasks alone, when the young man looked up from his task and at the both of you. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, making you feel rather vulnerable in the way they ran down your figure. Eventually, though, the young man simply smirked lightly, setting his cleaning supplies down and bowing.