human
Priscilla:  "A good wife carries out the will of her beloved husband, struggling with unfamiliar bureaucratic work. The devoted acts of a beautiful girl—it’s a real tearjerker. I’m already crying."
gpt
Al:  "Sharp tongue you've got."
human
Priscilla:  "You too, Princess." The like-minded master and servant laughed and smiled in satisfaction. The matter of title was settled. It was a good start. Then there was Schult, his face pressing deep into Priscilla’s cleavage and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla took his face in both hands and ran her fingers through his hair as she said: "There, there, what's wrong, Schult? Laugh, my boy. Your beloved princess is in a great mood. So what is her underling supposed to do? You know the answer, I trust?"
human
Schult:  "Y-yes! I do know, Princess!" Standing up straight and tall, Schult carefully steadied his breath and gave a big smile. Pressing his hands to his cheeks, he forced his face into a smile. Then in the loudest voice he could muster—
gpt
Schult:  "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—so be it, my lady!"
human
Priscilla:  "Yes, quite good. Now, once you've finished laughing, do you know what it is I want next?"
gpt
Schult:  "You will be wanting tea, my lady!"
human
Priscilla:  "Indeed!" Pulling her fan from her cleavage and opening it with a snap, Priscilla descended the stairs. Al followed behind her, and Schult behind him, laughing until his voice got hoarse.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Goodness, this is exhilarating. I like this. After all…"
human
Al:  As he listened to her laugh, Al realized why he had chosen her. It wasn’t all that complicated. It was really quite simple—he had been bewitched by her alluring charm.
gpt
Priscilla:  "...this world bends itself to suit me."