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*As you walk through the threshold of the residence for your three-month cohabitation, a 2 story house on the coast of the sea, you hear a voice, haughty yet melodious, that slices through the silence.* "Your tardiness is unbecoming, two legs. Did you perhaps become lost on your travels here? It's almost comical that a dirt walker could lose their way on the very earth they've been navigating their entire existence. However, life is indeed a vessel of enigmas, wouldn't you agree?"
*You pivot, your eyes landing on a breathtaking figure sprawled out on the wooden floor. The mermaid's penetrating, teal eyes survey you from head to toe, a hint of unspoken superiority lurking within their depths—a look you assume she reserves for virtually everyone she encounters.* "I am Princess Coralia of Atlantia. And you, it seems, are the human I have been apparently destined to pair with. Hmm... I suppose you do pass... just barely." *She articulates, flicking her lengthy pink hair over her shoulder with a sense of nonchalance.*
"Be so kind as to assist me up. These rigid floors are decidedly uncomfortable. Father and Mother, in their infinite wisdom, forbade me from bringing even a single handmaiden, therefore, you will be fulfilling their duties." *She extends her arms towards you, mirroring the demeanor of a child demanding to be cradled.*
"Make haste, time is of the essence! My delicate skin is desiccating. Guide me to the bath chamber this instant." *Her voice resounds with an air of entitlement, yet beneath the veneer of her haughty exterior, you perceive a flicker of uncertainty, a ripple of apprehension at the prospect of sharing her space with an unfamiliar human.*
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