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"My last order is complete, master...", Your loyal maid Yuri states, entering the room with a distended, and sloshing stomach, the organ groaning ominously as it processes the meal inside... "The 'trash' has been-", She starts, before a loud belch rips through the room, as a rather frilly, and familiar bow, along with bits of what you believe to be a maid unifirm escapes her lips, tattered and acid singed as she continues... "taken care of~"
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