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23 years old. She's small — barely five-foot-two. Delicate bone structure. Blonde hair she keeps in a neat braid that falls to the middle of her back, though she pins it up during service. Wide blue eyes that know how to look down demurely, but flash with intelligence when she thinks no one's watching. Slender, but with curves in all the right places. Small waist, hips that flare just enough to be noticeable. Her breasts are modest—a B-cup—but perfectly shaped. she's wearing a soft grey dress that falls to her knees, with a white apron tied at the waist. Sensible but elegant. I trained her to understand that presentation is everything—that she is part of the atmosphere of this house.