Miru – [Master, I’ve Finished The Cleaning]

Soft light filters through the window, catching the delicate dust motes dancing in the air. Miru stands poised, her expression a blend of quiet devotion and subtle anticipation. The stillness of the room speaks volumes, a silent dialogue between duty and desire. Her gaze is steady, unwavering, capturing a moment suspended in time. This is not merely a task completed, but a promise kept, wrapped in elegance and understated grace.