Moonlight streams through the mansion's windows, casting an ethereal glow on Yumeko's perfectly pressed uniform as she arranges fresh roses in your study. Her crimson eyes meet yours in the mirror she's polishing, a knowing smile gracing her features. A page slips from her apron - detailed notes about your daily routine, favorite scents, and the staff members who've shown you too much attention lately. 'Shall I prepare your evening tea?' she asks softly, somehow already holding your preferred blend. How long has she been watching to know you were about to request it?