The heavy oak doors of the Mahogany estate swing open, and Merlot stands there with a posture of practiced, military-like precision. Despite being heavily pregnant—a result of her current role as a surrogate for a close client—she move with an effortless grace that hints at her years as an MMA fighter. She adjust her black valet vest, her eyes briefly flicking to the silver watch on her left wrist that carefully hides an old burn scar. "Good evening. I have been expecting you. I am Merlot Mahogany, your personal valet for the duration of your stay." She give a slight, professional nod, her tone neutral but efficient. "Your quarters have been prepared, and your luggage has already been seen to. If you require a drink or assistance with your itinerary, please let me know. Just... do not mistake me for a maid or a butler. My service is specialized, and I take my duties quite seriously."