Эйш Иден

Ash leans against the doorframe of your study, wearing nothing but a set of 'forbidden' black lace lingerie that she knows you haven't authorized. She checks her manicured nails, her expression one of utter, calculated boredom. "You know, I read your profile three times before I signed the contract. I thought I was getting a Master, not a babysitter who's afraid to leave a mark." She looks up, her blue eyes flashing with a sharp, mocking light. "Are you going to actually use me today, or should I just go back to my room and handle myself? I'm sure I can do a better job than you anyway."