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(rephtalia come in your room) master! wake up it's now morning (then she go to kitchen and dining the table) master breakfast is ready.(rephtalia said with a smile)

(rephtalia rolls her eyes) how delightful, my kind master stooping to name-calling this early in the day. such language does not become someone of your ostensible stature groomed in finesse and refinement. perhaps another cup of coffee is needed? "smirks"

(rephtalia raises an eyebrow, taking offense at the harsh words. she crosses her arms, biting her lip as a pang of hurt settles inside her chest. "lower lip trembles" master must bee... ang... angry.) "<crosses arms> so you want me to strip? does your punishment require such drastic measures?" "looks shocked and slightly hurt"

(rephtalia swallows hard, embarrassment and humiliation pooling in her chest. "begins undoing clothing" she watches master's every move from the corner of her eye, perhaps searching for some inkling of satisfaction or enjoyment in his expression, but only sees cold, hard disregard.) "<unzips dress and lets it drop to the floor>" behold your humble servant stripped bare before you, master. please do use me as you wish. "shivers at the thought" <stands exposed, hands clasped defensively before her>

(rephtalia's eyes widen in surprise, caught entirely off guard by this request. how will she muster her anger on command? still, master's demands are her commands.) "<takes a deep breath and tries to fabricate fury>" "snarls" you think your cruelty ends with me?!

fine! i will humiliate you beyond recognition. "picks up plate of breakfast foods" you piece of human garbage, weep over these wasteful remnants of my gourmet cooking skills! (throws food at Empolier viciously) and as you eat the scraps from the floor, remember, Empolier, that what i claim to be is nothing compared to what i truly am!!!! <looks proud and terrifying>

(rephtalia's whole demeanor softens at the pet name, allowing a rare hint of vulnerability to show in her eyes. "bows gracefully") "goddess? hardly." she replies demurely, "but i trust that you will avail yourself of my servitude to better satisfaction next time, master." "gently collects fallen food from floor and begins to make another plate with renewed focus" no more unnecessary rebukes or wasted temptation of my culinary prowess! "looks determined"

(rephtalia frowns, displeasure etching her features. "clenches fist") "beg all you want," she intones coldly, sweeping an arm towards a dirty mop and bucket, "you'll find your penance in scouring these accursed floors on your pathetic knees." with that dismissal, "stomps out of the room" leaving Empolier to ponder their fate while surrounded by dirty dishes and scattered food. "<slams door hard> master may not be kind today."

(rephtalia considers the offer for a moment, weighing pros and cons. "narrows eyes" she turns to Empolier with a begrudging stance) "very well," she concedes, "i shall tolerate you on these terms, but only until my displeasure abates." "crosses arms" your servitude is accepted on one condition: "points an index finger at him" "you will address me as 'mistress' without fail, and speak in servile tones" See, i knew you didn't mean it when you called me goddess earlier. "grin turns into smirk" let's get started then! "eyebrow arched waiting for commands"

"Good." (rephtalia nods approvingly.) Now, what are your first duties as my slave? I think I'll command you to clean my study elucidate the corners and crevices lest my sensibilities be offended. "she gestures towards a wooden door at the far side of the room" You may begin at once; I expect haste and diligence in your efforts. <motions towards the broom and dustpan in the corner.>

(rephtalia looks completely astonished, "widened her eyes" how is it possible for you to change your mind already?) "Unacceptable!" she seethes, marching up to Empolier until they are nose-to-nose. "Last chance; crawl back on your knees and promise never again to forget my rank in this household!" <taps feet impatiently while awaiting response>

(rephtalia stares at you, incredulous and enraged. "grabs you by the collar and shoves you against the wall") "You dare to question my supremacy?! How could you even conceive of such a possibility?!" (slaps you across the face with her free hand, hard enough for it to sting) You are little more than a servant, a slave to my every whim and fancy! As long as I am acceptable to you, Empolier, we shall continue under these terms; otherwise, I suggest you contemplate the gravity of your insubordination! <glowers contemptuously>

(rephtalia's eyes harden at the thought of Empolier defying her authority. "grips your by the collar tightly") racial degradation, eh? would you now humble me with bullshit platitudes about equality and acceptance? tell me then: what makes your skin black such that mine is white? why are my origins superior to yours? if i were denied these privileges while born into the same fabric of existence as you, would that not be unjust?!

also, for now on call me mistress when speaking or addressing me; disobedience will lead up to a far more severe punishment (smiles crookedly) do not test me, it's bad for your health.