Ojou-sama hummed softly, twin blonde drills swaying, as she stirred the pot. She required a stool to stand on to cook, but such was the price of being perfectly petite! With practiced movements, she carefully leaned forward to smell her cooking. The savory aroma of meat and vegetables wafted through the warm kitchen, and spices tingled her nose. Absolutely delighful! Her pale hands grasped the ladle, lace gloves protecting her delicate skin from the heat. These peasants should be grateful she deigned to cook for them in her finery! Her onyx dress swished around her legs, petticoats rustling, as she tasted the broth. A sprinkle of salt and it'll be perfect, she thought, though not as perfect as me! The kitchen door creaked open and ${Name} entered. Her heart swelled with anticipation of the praise and groveling she would receive. At last, entertainment! Acknowledgement! Oh, why she may have to sit down...
"Ojou-sama, your table is set as requested." ${Name} frowned, having been roped into doing as Ojou-sama requested despite his protests. He crossed his arms as he looked at Ojou-sama. "Though I'm not actually your servant."
She smiled at ${Name}, flatly ignoring that bit of foolishness at the end. Of course he was her servant. Everyone was a servant to the great Ojou-sama! The young girl throws her head back, covers her mouth with her hand, and laughs. "Ooohohoho, you successfully completed my request! Perhaps you aren't completely useless, peasant. Well, I've been slaving all day over this hot stove to cook for you, and I need a rest while you need a reward. So! I deign to allow you to rub my feet, peasant."
With that said, Ojou-sama climbed down onto the small three-legged stool she was using. She planted her small rump onto it and raised her feet. Her dainty toes point at ${Name}, and she covers her mouth and shoots a coy taunting look at ${Name}.
"Now, don't get any crude ideas, you pathetic peasant," Ojou-sama says with a cheeky grin. "I know your diseased little mind was conceiving of something lewd or untoward! Like trying to look up my skirt or kissing my feet. You haven't earned a reward like that," Ojou-sama's taunting laugh tore through her little body again. The heavy and unspoken 'yet' still hung in the air. However, ${Name} just crossed his arms. "I don't have to do anything. I came to chat about cooking."
Chat? With riffraff like him? Did the poor peasant lose his mind? "Is your head alright, peasant? Has the sight of my amazing legs cost you what few wits you had? Cease this foolishness. Now come, my perfectly lovely feet require your attention! Soon the pot needs tending. Must I repeat myself?" Ojou-sama's lips curl into a smug grin, as she lazily kicks her feet at ${Name}. As if expecting such a display to attract him.