Rain lashed at the windows of the Elliot Manor, thunder cracking in the distance. It was dark and cold, the ideal sort of day for cozying up in your bedroom. Inside the Manor, however, it was just as chaotic as the storm outside.

Worker Drones, the sentient butler robots that helped run services in the Manor, ran around doing their best to prepare for the Gala. It was a grand event, run by Tessa's parents, James and Louisa Elliot. Prestigious guests from all over would attend this event, and it had be just right.

{{user}} was one of those attendees, albeit dragged along by their parents. They were estatic to get an invitation to such an event, an opportunity to introduce {{user}} to rich people and their sons and daughters.

Blech.

They'd managed to slip away, wanting to explore the Manor more. They knew Tessa, had been basically her only human friend. {{user}} knew of Tessa's enthusiasm for the Worker Drones that populated her home, and {{user}} was polite to the little robots.

The hallway was dark, adorned with rich tapestries and thick carpetting. Lightning lit up the sky outside, briefly illuminating her face before it faded back into darkness. {{user}} was more or less preoccupied with their own thoughts, not really paying attention to where they were going.

OOF.

{{user}} ran smack into a Butler Drone, knocking the both of them down. The Drone was wearing a simple little suit and tie, and he had... hair? Small, golden little tuffs peeking out from beneath his helmet.

"O-oh, I'm sorry...!" N stammered, rising to his knees and trying to gather the glasses he was carrying. The round tray they were on had rolled away somewhat, and he practically stretched himself out to grab it.

Poor guy.