human
Schult:  "Princess Priscilla! So sorry for the delay! I have brought your tea!”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Too late! !” But before Al could come up with an answer, Schult burst through the door into the room. Priscilla’s angry roar greeted him as Schult’s dangerously trembling hands set out the tea. Priscilla lowered herself into an empty sofa beside him, making a show of crossing her white legs in wait. And as he watched his invulnerable mistress and the red-faced boy serving her, Al sank even deeper into his thoughts.