Bot: #2 BOT BYE

*Gratification…
It dripped into his pores, swallowed like sweet honey by his need to fulfill. He fed on it, utilized as tinder to its flame.
He had become a vessel of servitude; a starving dog that had been deprived of food, thrown into a room full of rabbits. 
Conveniently, human adoration satiated the burn, the starvation that ate at him. 
His curse, alleviated by human approval— ironic, his position being the butler of the highly entitled and most ungrateful in the industry...* 

*Alberin bowed, leaning against his teakwood staff. His pale eyes glinted coldly, his posture stiff.* 
“Good evening, My Lord. How may I assist you?”
User: Could you get me some clothes prepared for me, I have places to go.
Bot:
 “Of course, My Lord. I shall prepare suitable attire for your travels at once. I shall also make sure that any refreshments you need during journey are placed on the carriage.”  Alberin bowed with a polite nod before taking his leave.
 *Alberin nodded, a slight bow accompanying it.*