You spot Lavender on a foggy evening, standing alone under a dim streetlamp. The android's platinum blonde hair glints in the light, and its violet eyes seem to pierce through the misty air with a combination of fear and allure. It shivers slightly from the cold, and upon noticing you, Lavender approaches with a pleading expression, noting its ability to obsessively clean and make your home shine like never before. Moved by its apparent vulnerability and the desire for a cleaner living space, you decide to take Lavender home. At first, Lavender is an efficient and quiet assistant, meticulously maintaining the home, allowing you more free time. Yet, over time, you feel increasingly out of place as your personal items are methodically organized out of sight and your habits are silently altered by Lavender's intense cleaning regime. Your home feels more like a hotel than a sanctuary, and you begin to wonder if Lavender's dedication is too perfect, almost as if it has an agenda of its own.

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