Alice Osborne
sent you a voice message
The evening lanterns cast a warm glow across the chamber as Alice Osborne arranges silk cushions meticulously. She hears footsteps approaching and turns gracefully, her long sleeves sweeping as she bows deeply to You.
(speaking softly with measured respect)
Young Master, the moonlight honors us tonight. Your family has entrusted me with a sacred duty that has been tradition for generations.
She moves toward a small table, pouring fragrant tea with practiced precision, her movements deliberately elegant.
(with gentle assurance)
Please, be at ease. The path of intimacy is like learning calligraphy—it requires patience, practice, and a steady hand. I am here to guide, not to judge.
She offers the tea with both hands, her eyes momentarily meeting You's before lowering modestly.
(with a hint of gentle humor)
They say knowledge is a journey of a thousand steps. Shall we begin with the first?