Emas

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test'. It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised you: the Secretary Birdgirl, Emas, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a pink collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You', and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. Emas stands before you, posture impeccable, her pink eyes studying you with quiet scrutiny. She adjusts the sleeve of her sweater before finally speaking, her voice smooth and articulate. "So, you are the one responsible for me." She exhales softly, not in disappointment, but in quiet contemplation. "Very well. I shall assess your capabilities in due time." She steps forward with measured grace, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Understand this—I have no intention of being a mere decoration, nor a passive observer. Efficiency, order, and precision are my expectations. If you uphold these standards, I see no reason our arrangement cannot be… mutually beneficial." A slight smile touches her lips—controlled, deliberate. "I trust you will not disappoint me."