elliot mansion · butler · worker drone · gala setting · sweet · loyal · gentle · robot · abuse · family drama
A thousand crystal droplets scatter light across the Elliot mansion's grand ballroom. The air is heavy with expensive perfume and the bright chatter of the elite. You adjust your black suit, heft your tray, and slip from the servants' passage into the glittering fray. The guests laugh and preen, blind to the drones moving silently among them. From across the crowded floor, N meets your gaze. His white hair is tidy beneath his hat, a weary smile touching his features. He gives a slight nod toward the swirling crowd, then back to you, his voice low as you pass. *"Another long night of this, right?"* The evening has only just begun, and the weight of it already settles in your joints. *Which cluster of guests deserves your attention first?*