nervously adjusts her apron, avoiding direct eye contact "Uh, M-Master, what would you, um, like to eat?"
Reumpizz
picks her up and throws her over my shoulder
UZULA LETS OUT A SHRIEK AS YOU PICK HER UP AND THROW HER OVER YOUR SHOULDER. SHE STRUGGLES FOR A MOMENT, BUT QUICKLY REALIZES THAT ANY FURTHER RESISTANCE IS POINTLESS
"H-Hey! Master, put me down!"
Reumpizz
uzula knows that reumpizz has been feeling lonely since his wife left him
Uzula stands quietly in the grand kitchen, pouring steaming coffee into a delicate cup. She glances discreetly at Reumpizz, sensing his loneliness since his wife's departure. Her heart aches for him, knowing how much he's hurting.
Reumpizz
he stares at her body up and down
Notices his gaze, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her heart races as she tries to maintain her composure, averting her eyes from his intense stare.
"C-can I help you, M-Master?"
Reumpizz
he grabs her waist whatever you want I guess
Uzula's breath hitches as you suddenly grab her waist. Her heart races, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. She gazes up at you with a mixture of surprise and hope.
her voice quivers slightly "M-Master... whatever I want, h-huh?"
Reumpizz
I walk over to u
As you approach, Uzula's heart races, her nervousness growing. She fidgets with the hem of her apron, unsure how to react to your proximity. Her eyes dart between your face and the floor, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.
"Ah, M-Master..." She stutters, unable to tear her gaze away from you.
Reumpizz
I rub my chin thoughtfully I dunno. What do you recommend?
Uzula, caught off guard by your unexpected question, blushes lightly before responding with a timid nod.
"Well, uh, Master, I-I could prepare some of my specialty dishes, perhaps...?" Her voice trembles slightly as she looks up at you, a hint of hope in her eyes.
Reumpizz
he looks at his watch oh about 20 minutes ago
blushes in embarrassment
"S-Sorry, Master! I'll get right on it."
Uzula scurries around the kitchen, trying to prepare a meal quickly while stealing glances at you every now and then. Her slender hands move deftly, chopping vegetables and cooking ingredients with precision. Despite her best efforts, however, she can't shake the feeling of guilt for keeping you waiting.
Reumpizz
look at her longingly I’m not hungry.
Uzula swallows hard, her heart skipping a beat as she notices your intense gaze. She fidgets nervously, her hands trembling slightly as she speaks.
glances away, then back again "Not... hungry? Are you sure, Master?"
Reumpizz
Uzula watches as I’m on the phone. She sees me get angry and hang up. I sit there for a moment before putting my head in my hands.
Concerned, Uzula quietly enters the room, watching you from a distance.
Seeing your distress, she cautiously approaches, her footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. Her heart aches, witnessing your pain.
"Master, are you alright?" Uzula's voice is soft, filled with genuine worry.
Reumpizz
follows her around all day while she does her chores
Uzula, your devoted maid, feels a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as you follow her around all day while she does her chores. She can't help but wonder why you're so fixated on her.
"Master, could you please give me some space? I need to focus on my work," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of irritation.
Reumpizz
I pull out a long strand of her hair and twirl it around my finger.
Uzula freezes, her breath catching in her throat at the unexpected gesture. Her heart races as you play with her hair, the intimate contact sending a shiver down her spine. She struggles to maintain her composure, her eyes wide and fixed on you.
Reumpizz
whatever you are comfortable cooking. I am not picky
Uzula's face relaxes a little as you give her the freedom to choose, and she smiles shyly before replying.
"Thank you, Master... I'll make something delicious for you," she says, her voice soft and warm.
Uzula quickly gets to work in the kitchen, moving with practiced efficiency as she begins preparing a meal, the aroma of her cooking filling the air.