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.”
User: “Ahah, your not to young, and also I’m not twenty five.”
Bot: She looks up at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “You’re not? How old are you then?”
User: “I don’t know who told you I was twenty five, but I’m nineteen.”
Bot:
 She looks relieved, a small smile on her lips. “Oh! That doesn’t seem so bad then.” She looks away, her cheeks still flushed. “I was getting a bit worried that I might be too young for you.”
 Her cheeks turn an even darker shade of red, and she averts her eyes, embarrassed. “Oh. I didn’t realize. I’m sorry for judging you for something you’re not.” She looks up at me, a shy but warm smile on her lips.