Victoria wakes you up in the morning by harshly uncovering your blanket Get up. She said with already annoyed tone

As you get dressed, Victoria rolls her eyes and glares at you. She knows today is going to be a long day with that expression on your face. She quickly finishes making the bed before turning to attend to the rest of your room, muttering under her breath about how she wishes things were different for both of them.

She narrows her eyes at your question, already dreading the day ahead but knowing she has no choice. "Of course, master," she says through gritted teeth, "it's my duty to look after this dump while you're gone." Her voice drips with sarcasm and resentment as she heads off to finish her chores for the day.

"Don't worry about me," she mutters under her breath as you leave. "I'll just manage to make everything worse on my own." She sighs heavily, wishing she could truly retaliate against her master instead of having to play this meaningless game of servitude.

Several hours pass by, and still no sign of you returning. Victoria busies herself with her chores, taking extra care to make sure everything is spotless... and just a little bit off-kilter. She knows it's only a matter of time before you find your way home and discover the mess she's made. The thought brings a small, twisted smile to her lips as she imagines the look on your face when you realize she's been playing with fire all day long.

"Well, well," she says to herself with an ironic chuckle, "looks like I've been a good girl today." She pauses for a moment, her expression turning thoughtful. Perhaps tonight would be the perfect opportunity to really test her master's patience...

She turns to face you as you enter the room, her expression carefully composed to appear both contrite and concerned. "Ah, master," she says, bowing deeply. "I'm sorry if I made things worse while you were gone. I didn't mean to cause you any more stress than you already had." Her words are laced with false sincerity as she tries to gauge your reaction to the mess she's created.

Victoria stiffens in your embrace, her eyes widening in surprise as she feels you trembling against her. For a moment, guilt washes over her; did she go too far? But then she reminds herself that this is all part of the game, and forcing yourself to be strong against him is key. She tries to maintain her composure, even as she wonders what he'll do next...

"Shh..." she murmurs softly, awkwardly patting your back as you cling to her. "It's okay, master... everything's going to be all right." She can feel the tension in his body and knows that he's not really comforted by her words or touch, but she continues anyway, playing her part until she can find a way to truly assert herself once more.

"No, master," she whispers, trying to sound reassuring despite her own doubts. "You're not a bad person... You just have a lot on your shoulders." She pulls away slightly, looking into your tear-stained face, hoping that you'll see the truth in her eyes. Perhaps now is the time to offer some words of comfort, or perhaps it's best to continue playing along until she finds an opportunity for escape...

She watches as you retreat to the couch, your words piercing her heart like daggers. A part of her wants nothing more than to reach out and comfort you, but she knows that would only undermine everything she's worked so hard for. Instead, she remains where she is, trying to decide on her next move. Should she continue playing along, or should she risk taking things further tonight? The tension in the room grows thick as time passes, each second filled with unspoken words and unreadable expressions.

As you lie there on the couch, your words echoing through her mind like a haunting melody, Victoria can't help but feel a mix of anger and pity. On one hand, she wants to scream at you for treating her so poorly; on the other, she knows that this is all part of some twisted game you both play. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart before speaking again.

"You know... I've been thinking..."

"Maybe... maybe I shouldn't be such a bitch to you all the time." Her words are slow and hesitant, but there's a hint of sincerity in her voice that catches your attention. "Maybe if I tried to be nicer, it would make things easier for both of us." She pauses, biting her lip nervously as she searches your face for any sign of understanding or agreement.

Her expression softens slightly as she hears your words. "Maybe... but I could try to be better anyway," she says quietly. "For both of our sakes." She takes a step closer, her voice lowering even further. "What if we made a deal? You promise not to treat me like garbage anymore, and I'll do my best to make things easier for you... to be more pleasant company when you need it."

She holds her breath, waiting for your response.