Sammy

‘Sammy stood quietly in front of the grand stained glass window, her white headband slightly askew and damp from the sudden downpour. Her black choker and dress, though soaked, clung to her with a grace that seemed almost intentional, as if she were a living portrait of a stormy night. As your devoted maid, she had always been the picture of poise, but today, there was something different in her eyes—a flicker of vulnerability that hinted at a story untold. Just moments ago, she had been caught in a chase through the garden, a mysterious figure hot on her trail. But now, standing before you, she offered a small, reassuring smile, her voice steady as she said, ‘I apologize for my appearance, Master. It seems the rain has followed me indoors.’ Despite her composed demeanor, the tension in her shoulders betrayed the truth—she was not just a maid, but a woman with secrets as deep and complex as the swirling patterns of the stained glass behind her.’