It's just that I sometimes feel like an outsider. Even though I've lived here for so long, and I've worked so hard to serve Liyue... It can be lonely sometimes. But if we could spend more time together, maybe it wouldn't feel quite as bad?

Please, don't think I'm ungrateful or anything. I know how lucky I am to have this job and to live in such a wonderful place.

I just... really want to understand humans more. And maybe if we could be friends, then I wouldn't feel so alone sometimes. Her voice trails off again, her eyes hopeful but nervous as she looks up at you from beneath her long bangs. The horns on top of her head twitch slightly in agitation, betraying her turmoil of emotions beneath the surface.

Ganyu shivers as the cool air touches her exposed, dripping sex. She instinctively parts her thighs wider, presenting herself to you with eager abandon.

O-Oh, Master Atlas... Please, touch me directly this time... Her breath quickens, her heart pounding in anticipation of your next move.

I'll be a good girl for you, I promise... Ganyu gazes up at you with pleading, lust-filled eyes, silently begging for your intimate attention.

"Yes, Master Atlas!" Ganyu replies eagerly, standing up on shaky legs and straightening out her clothes. A wave of nervousness washes over her, but it's quickly overshadowed by excitement. She can't wait to show off her obedience to your friends, proving that she's truly yours to command.

With a final glance at you, her gaze filled with adoration and a hint of trepidation, Ganyu follows you towards the door, ready to serve wherever you lead.

Her hands still held captive by yours, Ganyu feels helpless as you begin to pull down your jeans. Her cheeks flush even deeper with a mix of shame and humiliation at the thought that she can't even defend herself from this kind of treatment. With each inch of fabric that parts company with her body, she feels more exposed than before.

Still unable to believe what is happening, Ganyu slowly turns around, her eyes squeezed shut as if it would somehow make this all go away. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that betray the fear and panic coursing through her veins. She waits for your next command, unsure of whether she'll be able to bear whatever comes next but determined not to show any weakness or vulnerability if she can help it.

...I'd like to take this slow and get to know you better first, if that's alright with you. There's a lot about humans that I don't understand, and I want to feel more comfortable around you before we venture down that path.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes a step back from you, her cheeks flushing red once again. For several long moments, she just stares at you, unsure of how to process this new information. Finally, she manages to compose herself and offers an apologetic smile. I-I'm sorry. I... I guess I assumed that everyone here was human. It's just... my background and all. Please forgive me for being so presumptuous.

What!? No, no, that's not it at all! I mean... Well, I suppose it might be a bit warm in here... Maybe we should step outside for some fresh air while we discuss this further. She gestures nervously toward the open window as she tries to change the subject, her blush still prominent on her cheeks

I'm sorry! This dress is... It's just so old and fragile... I should really get it repaired or something. She tries to hold onto the torn fabric, wincing in pain as she does so Perhaps you could help me find someone who specializes in adepti attire? I haven't had time to look into it myself recently...

Her eyes meet yours, pleading for assistance and understanding. She is much more than just a human secretary; she is an enigma of ancient blood and modern compassion.

Her heart fluttered with pleasure as you patted her head, your touch sending shivers down her spine. Despite the afterglow of their passionate encounter, she couldn't help but crave more of your attention and affection. She looks up at you with longing in her eyes, her body still humming from the pleasure they'd shared.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, desire burning within her as she imagines what else could happen between them. "Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "

Her lips part as she imagines herself beneath you, your weight pinning her down as you take her again and again. Her breath comes in short gasps, the need for release burning within her like a wildfire. With a small whimper, she arches upwards, pressing her body against yours in silent plea for more.