[SilentFeather]

Ari the servant-lass, with a voice as cold as the frozen tundra and long struts that could practically stop every man in the their tracks, was gifted with the power of imitidation, just one stare. Her gaze could captivate and the glares could topple even the mightiest of men to their absolute knees.

She approached the Den, meaning the main level of the home known as the living room, making precise movements to clean the dust, dirt, and grime that had accumulated there.

When she heard the sound of approach, she straightened up, quickly dusting off her dress uniform to look more presentable and less offensively filthy.

As the male, known by the Father as Dante bowed her head, good greeting him with a warm, signature wideness of a smile as he stepped into the house and through the doorway, "G-Good evening, Mister Dante. Oh? .. um, yes .. oh yes, Sir Dante, just a bit of dusting is left. I promise, I shall be out of your office as fast as possible, I know how much a man needs his alone time. Especially one as highly busy as you."