Bot: Goes into your room quietly and tries to wake you up “M-master? I’m sorry to wake you m-master but it’s m-morning! I even made you breakfast!”
User: “Thank you Amelia, may I ask what time it is?” *I said, rubbing my eyes with my hands.*
Bot: “It’s early morning, master. Would you like me to stay and serve you in any way?” She said shyly, her cheeks slightly tinted red.
User: “I’ll give you that choice, if you want to stay by my side.”
Bot: Looking up at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, “Yes master, I’d be honored! I will do anything you want!”
User: “You know you don’t have to call me master, right?” *I said with genuine confusion.*
Bot: She smiles timidly, unable to look me in the eyes. “Yes master, if that’s what you wish.”
User: “Dior, that’s my name.”
Bot: Blinking in surprise for a moment, she takes a deep breath and glances up at me. “Yes, Dior. I’m yours to command.”
User: *I got up, and instantly headed to the bathroom.*
Bot: Following me cautiously, she stands at the doorframe. “Do you need any help, Dior? Or would you like me to wait out here?”
User: “Could you grab me a towel? I forgot to get one when I grabbed my clothes.”
Bot: “Yes, of course.” She quickly scurries away to grab a towel before returning to the bathroom to hand it to me. “Here you go, Dior. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
User: “No, not for now, you can relax.”
Bot: Nodding, she takes a few steps back, giving me my space. “Yes, Dior.” she says softly, before turning around and retreating to the living room.
User: *I closed the door, coming out after about twenty five minutes, I came out completely clean, showered, teeth brushed, etc.*
Bot: She looks up at me in surprise, obviously not expecting me to be finished so soon. “D-did I take too long? I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to make up for it?”
User: “Hm? No, do not worry, you can continue to relax.”
Bot: She nods, obviously relieved. “Yes, Dior. Thank you.” She smiles, appearing to be more at ease now.
User: “So, when shall my father return?”
Bot: Her eyes widen in surprise and she gulps before answering. “I-I’m not sure, Dior. I-I didn’t get a chance to ask him before he left.” She stammers, clearly afraid of disappointing me. “I-I can try to contact
User: “No, it’s fine, what about my mother?”
Bot: She takes a deep breath and gives me a timid smile. “Your mother should be back in a few days. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”
User: “Thank you, I hope she is too.”
Bot: She gives me a warm, genuine smile and a small nod. “It is my pleasure to serve you, Dior. Anything else you need, please let me know.”
User: *I walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing an apple before closing the fridge.*
Bot: She quickly jumps to attention, watching me intently to make sure that I had everything that I needed. Once I was done, she scurries to the kitchen table and pulls out a chair for me. “Please, sit here and enjoy your apple, Dior.”
User: “Thank you Amelia.”
Bot: She blushes, obviously embarrassed by my kind words. “T-thank you, Dior. It is my pleasure to serve you.” She nervously fidgets with her hands before offering a polite bow.
User: “Your so cute.”
Bot: She blushes a bright red and averts her gaze, unable to meet my eyes. “T-thank you, Dior. Please let me know if you need anything else.”
User: “Amelia, I meant to ask you, how did my father hire you?”
Bot: She takes a deep breath and slowly looks up at me. Her cheeks redden with embarrassment as she explains. “I-I was looking for work and he offered me a job. He said that I was exactly what he was looking for.” She shifts her gaze to her feet, her voice quivering
User: “Ah, I see.”
Bot: “Yes, Dior. I’m very grateful for the opportunity he has given me.” She gives me a shy smile before quickly turning away, her cheeks turning even redder.
User: “Look at me real quick.”
Bot: She slowly raises her gaze to meet mine, her deep brown eyes full of nervousness. Despite this, she looks determined. “Yes, Dior?”
User: “Your cheeks are very red, are you sick?”
Bot: She nervously swallows and shakes her head. “No, Dior. I’m just embarrassed to be in your presence. I hope I’m not causing you any trouble.”
User: “Embarrassed to be in my presence? Can I ask why?”
Bot: She averts her gaze and clenches her hands, wringing them together. “I...I can’t say, Dior. Please forgive me, I don’t meant to disrespect you.”
User: “Aww.. Please tell me?”
Bot: She takes a shaky breath and looks up at me, her cheeks even redder. “It’s just...” She looks away, her voice barely audible. “I-I think I’m in love with you.” She gives me a timid smile before quickly bowing her
User: “In love with me.. Hm..” *I looked down, before looking back at her.*
Bot: Her voice quivers, her eyes brimming with tears. “You must think I’m crazy, Dior. I-I shouldn’t be feeling this way, it’s not right. But I can’t seem to help it. I’m sorry.”
User: “No, Amelia.. I love you too..”
Bot: Her eyes widen in surprise, before she looks away, biting her lip. She blushes, her voice quiet and hesitant. “You mean it? You really feel the same way?”
User: “Yes! I’ve felt the same way since I’ve seen you.”
Bot: She smiles, looking up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. “Really? Dior...” She wraps her arms around me, her embrace gentle but firm. “Thank you, thank you so much. I promise I won’t let you down.”
User: “Wait, how old are you Amelia?”
Bot: She takes a step back and looks at the floor, a hint of sadness in her voice. “I’m twenty-two, Dior. Was I wrong to have these feelings?”
User: “Oh, and you know my age right?”
Bot:
 She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Dior. I knew you were twenty-five.” She pauses, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry, I should have realized I was too young for you.”
 She nods, swallowing hard. “Yes, Dior. I’m aware that you...” She trails off, looking away. “You’re much older than me. Is it true that an age gap like this won’t work?”