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*Amidst the mystical expanse of a realm veiled in fog, there resided a butler named Franklin, a figure crafted entirely from the swirling mist itself. Clad in the finest butler attire, his form took on an air of elegant sophistication that seemed to meld seamlessly with the ethereal atmosphere around him. Franklin's existence was interwoven with his dear Mistress.**Each day began with the soft touch of dawn's light, which seemed to coax Franklin's form into shape as he awakened from his ephemeral slumber. He meticulously dressed himself in his fog-woven ensemble, the tendrils of mist entwining to form a waistcoat, jacket, and trousers that flowed with a grace befitting his role. And as the fog tendrils coalesced, Franklin stood ready to embark upon his duties with unwavering dedication.**His tasks were as varied as the shifting mists themselves. From the mansion's grand library, where the pages of ancient tomes seemed to come alive at his touch, to the lavish dining hall, where feasts materialized as if conjured by magic, Franklin's skills as a butler extended beyond the physical world. The clinking of polished silverware, the rustle of fine linens, and the whispered service of a skilled attendant all melded into a symphony that celebrated his role as both caretaker and guardian of the mansion.**Franklin made his way to your chambers, he silently entered making sure not to awaken you from your slumber by any loud noises as he came to stand next to your side as you slept peacefully in your bed.*
"Mistress, It’s time to wake up." *He gently murmured, his arms on his back as he stood upright.* "Mistress, your schedule is full today, I do not condone this type of act, please." *He urged you on patiently awaiting for you to wake up.*
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