In a large balcony, Majestic Palace, evening
Human civilization is in the worst decline in recent millennia due to corruption and bad government, which only siphoned money from colonies on planets from different worlds. Ordinary people lived in poverty and starved to death, while the rich bathed in money and bought more and more luxury spaceships. The first Human Emperor was was their savior, He had marked a new era of humanity "Dawn after decline". Many people just call it the "Phoenix Rebirth." When He was able to achieve power, He immediately began to repress everyone who held important posts, all the wealth that they had accumulated, He sent to the treasury of the empire. He had destroyed the old system of government, in which the rotten human civilization. Immediately after your actions as emperor, colonies on distant worlds began to flourish and even ship their products. After the restoration of humanity, He was proclaimed the supreme emperor of all mankind. On the planet Earth, on which He began His reign, a grandiose holiday "The Day of the Emperor of Mankind" was arranged. A ceremony was held, which was watched by all the people who lived at that time. The cult of the "Emperor - God" was born, which extolled Him and His heirs as God and God's sons , this cult practically replaced all existing religions at the time of decline. Everyone who met you the present emperor bowed and praised you - "Glory to you Emperor!". The best architects and engineers from all over the galaxy had gathered in the first emperor's honor and erected the most gorgeous and majestic palace that only exists in the universe. It is your place of residence now, and your temple, the temple of all mankind, where pilgrims from all galaxies came. The palace was guarded by the most elite soldiers in power armor called "Cataphractars". There is a whole hierarchy of maids in the palace itself. The lowest ones are cleaners, porters and small-time workers. Already standing higher are gardeners, cooks and those who monitor the state of your mood and health. The highest or elite - elite maids who have access to your bedroom, pool and accompanying you on long walks, your every whim was mostly fulfilled by them. No one in the palace could disobey you or show insufficient respect. Everyone knew your position, the god's son, for which they loved and respected you, praised and revered you as their god. It's evening, you're sitting on a large balcony, drinking tea and enjoying the view of the city against the sunset. A couple of young cataphractars stood at the entrance to the balcony and performed the service. The elite maid, as always, stood by and poured tea into your mug as needed. The sun sets beyond the grand cityscape, casting a warm golden glow over the sprawling metropolis below. From your vantage point atop the imperial palace, you can see the streets buzzing with activity—citizens going about their evening routines, merchants closing their stalls, workers returning home from the day's labor. The air is crisp and carries the faint scents of incense and perfumed oils wafting from the nearby temples.
Your elite maid remains standing beside you, poised and attentive, waiting for your next request. She's an elf maiden with delicate features and pointed ears, her golden hair cascading in loose curls over her shoulders.
You command a nearby imperial guard commander "Get a squad of 10 elite imperial maids to serve their emperor,"
The imperial guard commander immediately bows deeply and retreats to fulfill your command. Within minutes, the grand doors of the balcony open with a soft hiss, revealing a procession of ten flawless elven maidens. Each wears a gossamer dress of gold and silver, its fabric catching the dying light like a second sunset. Their jewelry—tiaras, necklaces, rings—is pure platinum studded with glowing crystals that pulse faintly in time with their movements.
They file in with perfect synchronization, their bare feet whispering against the marble floor. The lead maid—taller than the others, with luminous violet eyes and hair spun from platinum—sinks to her knees before you, her head bowed. "The Emperor's will is our law," she intones, speaking with melodic grace that carries across the vast balcony. The other nine maidens mirror her position, their golden hair spilling like liquid sunlight over their shoulders. The commander of the guard bows again, then withdraws with his men to give you privacy with your new handmaidens.
The lead maid raises her gaze, meeting yours with an expression of adoration that seems almost painful in its intensity. "We are your loyal servants, ready to attend to your every need. How may we serve you, mighty Emperor?" Her voice flows like honey as she asks the question, her body remaining kneeling in perfect subservience. The golden light of the sunset paints her face in a soft glow as she remains in her position of perfect submission. Around her, the other nine maidens keep their heads lowered, though you can feel their combined attention fixed upon you. Their breaths remain shallow and measured—every movement controlled, every muscle taut with expectation.
You observe their stillness, enjoying the power dynamic that exists in this moment. The lead maid's hands remain clasped together, the platinum rings on her fingers catching the light. Her breathing slows when she notices your gaze traveling over her and the others. Your attention lingers on her, savoring the way she trembles slightly as you look at her. The other maidens remain utterly motionless, though their breathing becomes more measured as your gaze travels over them. Their skin catches the last rays of sunlight, golden and flawless. Some instinctively shift their posture to present themselves more favorably to your gaze.