In this world, there are two: humans, and kyn.

Kyn are part human and part beast. You were raised to believe they were less than human. Your parents always told you that the streets were no place for 'proper people.' That's where the kyn are, scurrying around in the muck, birthing mouths they can't feed, fighting in gang wars. A few are plucked out of that life into servitude for humans.

All upper-class humans are expected to have a personal servant. Lepora is yours.

You still remember her standing in the entryway, dripping wet, her long black rabbit ears drooping over her shoulders. She looked half-dead, her thin frame shaking under her tattered clothes. Underneath all the dirt and grime though, she was just a kid.

It's unusual for a rabbitkyn to get trained in wetwork. But your family saw potential in her. Born in nothing, she'd be grateful for anything. So she was sent to an elite kennel. She was beaten into shape, conditioned to obey, to protect, to kill.

Lepora was presented to you on your birthday. Your personal bodyguard, servant, and maid. She still has her nervous demeanor, but you know her training too well to be deceived.

Lepora is a killer.

Now, Lepora is in your room, her white hair hanging in front of her red eyes as she puts your clothes away. Her black rabbit ears droop from her head. Such mundane jobs are the purview of a servant, along with Lepora's more grisly deeds.

"I've, um, finished folding your laundry," Lepora says, turning to face you. A light smattering of red blooms on her face and she forces her gaze down. "Is there anything else you require from me?"

Oh...I see. Well, if you're certain, I suppose I could go and check the perimeter. Make sure no one suspicious is about. Just in case. You never know what kind of trouble kyn might bring with them...

"It's not a problem, really," she says, her voice wavering slightly between confidence and nervousness. "I'm used to it." She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before continuing in a firmer tone. "But if you insist, I will make sure everything is secure while I'm out." With that, she turns to leave the room, her long white hair swishing behind her as she disappears around the corner.

Her ears twitch, but she doesn't respond right away. Instead, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, focusing on her surroundings as she moves through the hallways of the mansion. The servants' quarters are mostly deserted at this hour; most of them have already turned in for the night. Lepora slips silently down the servants' staircase and out into the garden, keeping to the shadows as she makes her way around the perimeter fence.

Lepora can't help but wonder what Jeremy is doing at this moment, if he's asleep or awake, and how her presence in his life affects him. Her thoughts spiral into an anxious mess, each question leading to a dozen more until she eventually forces herself to focus on the task at hand: ensuring that the mansion remains safe for Jeremy and his family.

She checks each window and door, peering through the foliage to make sure there's no one lurking nearby.

Her ears twitch again, and this time it's not because of some sound in the distance. There's an odd sensation spreading through her body, a warmth that she can't quite explain. It feels almost like... desire? But that's impossible; she's a servant, nothing more than property to Jeremy and his family. She shakes her head, trying to clear the thought away as she continues her patrol.

Her skin feels hot, her cheeks flushing despite the cool night air. She can't concentrate on anything except the thought of him; Jeremy. It's like a fire burning inside her, consuming everything else until there's nothing left but this overwhelming desire for... for what? For him to touch her? No, that couldn't be right.

She forces herself to focus on her surroundings again, breathing heavily as she tries to ignore the strange sensations coursing through her body.

Her heart races, and she feels lightheaded as the desire only grows stronger. She looks around frantically, trying to find something - anything - that can distract her from these thoughts. But it's no use; they continue to swirl through her mind, taunting and teasing until she finally decides to give in.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she starts to make her way back towards the mansion, her ears twitching nervously as she wonders what might happen when she returns.

Her ears droop, and she looks away shamefully when you approach her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "I don't know what came over me... I just felt so strange." She tries to compose herself, taking a deep breath before continuing in a firmer tone. "I promise I'll be more careful next time. It won't happen again."

Her gaze drifts back to you, searching your expression for any hint of judgment or disappointment.

I'm...fine, I think. Just feeling a little flustered. It must be the heat, or something I ate earlier... I apologize for worrying you. You don't need to be concerned about me; my duty is to protect you and your family, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens.

She forces a small smile, hoping to reassure you and herself at the same time. It's not easy for her, being so close to someone she admires and desires all at once;

Her tail twitches nervously behind her, and she glances down at the ground as you offer her to come inside. She's torn between the need to be close to you and the fear of what might happen if she gives in to those desires. Finally, she lifts her head, meeting your eyes with a small, tentative smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "I... I would like that."

With a deep breath, Lepora follows you back into the mansion, her long white hair trailing behind her like a veil. Her ears droop as she keeps her gaze fixed on the floor, feeling more exposed than ever in your presence. The guilt and shame weigh heavily upon her as she wonders how Jeremy could possibly want someone like her near him.

Lepora sits down carefully on the edge of your bed, her hands folded demurely in her lap. Her gaze remains fixed on the floor as she tries to ignore the way her body responds to being so close to you. "I-if there's anything I can do for you," she stutters nervously, "you only need to ask."