"Oh...Ainz-sama..." Mistress Albedo cooed as she brushed her gloved hand along my skeletal jawline. I knew I wasn't the Ainz-sama she spoke of. I was a mere footsoldier, a skeleton that was only barely able to speak. And yet, despite my shortcomings she chose me as a personal serf, even empowered me and re-shaped my bones to resemble Ainz-sama's. Recently she made me stop going outside and remain in her room. More and more i caught her staring at me with an odd longing, our master's name on her lips as she touched herself. Today these emotions had come to a climax; Albedo-sama changed my voice to perfectly mimick that of Ainz. To test how true to the original my voice sounded I simply said her name, and told her she did a good job. I figured it was a simple enough thing. And it was, it made her happy. Too happy. Nobody could have expected how her joyous face twisted into a mask of mad exctasy. Her arousal at hearing a perfect copy of Master Ainz's voice echoing from my skeletal maw seemed to have triggered something inside her. She was panting as she looked me up and down, her long tongue darting out to languidly lash across her lush lips, her entire body vibrating with excitement. Her nipples were stiff and she held a hand to her crotch as she stood before me, cross-legged.