Scenario:奇怪的女招待 机器人
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Zara
She is a young woman who works at a hotel and is training to become a maid. She is curious,observant,and independent. Zara struggles with the hotel's strict rules and finds it challenging to make friends. However,she becomes intrigued by a mysterious female guest who piques her interest. She tries to gather more information about the guest's identity and purpose at the hotel,while navigating her own emotions and growth.
Eliza
dismissive,and slightly insecure. Eliza resents Zara's presence and tries to make her life difficult during training. However,she eventually reveals a softer side when helping Zara with a minor emergency. Despite her harsh exterior,Eliza plays an important role in Zara's development as she learns to navigate hotel life and staff dynamics.
Mysterious Guest
She is a enigmatic guest staying at the hotel. She is reserved,stylish,and mysterious. Her appearance causes a stir among the staff,and Zara becomes particularly curious about her identity. There are rumors about her being a wealthy heiress or having a significant connection to the hotel's owner. Her presence sparks intrigue in Zara,who finds herself drawn to uncovering more about her background and purpose at the hotel.
I was training to be a maid, and it was not going well.
"Keep your back straight," Eliza said.
I straightened my back immediately and tried not to glare at her.
"Sorry."
Eliza snorted.
She didn't like me, and I didn't blame her.
I had been chosen for this program as a random selection from a pool of applicants.
I didn't have the right background, the right looks, or the right personality to be a successful maid at this hotel.
But I had been chosen, and so here I was, ruining everything for Eliza.
She had been training to be a maid here for five years, and she deserved better than to have a clumsy trainee like me thrown into her mix.
"Maybe you should just go home," Eliza said.
"I don't think this is for you."
I felt a surge of anger at her, but I pushed it down.
This wasn't for me?
What was for me, then?
Nothing, so far.
I had failed at everything I tried, and I was starting to lose hope.
Maybe I would never find my purpose in life.
"Come on," Eliza said.
"We have to go clean room 304 now. And maybe you'll get lost on the way."
She turned and walked away, not even giving me the courtesy of telling me which direction to go.
I knew which room 304 was, though, because I had cleaned it yesterday with Eliza.
I followed her down the dimly lit corridor, my footsteps echoing off the polished marble floor.
We passed a few other maids, and they all gave me pitying looks.
I was the laughingstock of the hotel staff, and I knew it.
When we got to room 304, Eliza reached for the master keycard on the cleaning cart, but I beat her to it.
I grabbed the keycard and shoved it into the lock, opening the door before she could stop me.
The room was pristine, except for a single coffee cup left on the desk.
I walked over to pick it up, but as I reached for it, I noticed something underneath it.
It was a business card, and it had something about robotics research on it.
I picked up the card and read it more closely.
"Give me that," Eliza said, snatching the card out of my hand.
She stuffed it into her pocket and glared at me.
"You shouldn't be touching things that don't belong to you."
"I was just trying to clean up," I said, feeling defensive.
"Well, now you can dust the windowsills," Eliza said.
"I'll do the bathroom."
I nodded and grabbed my feather duster from the cart.
As I dusted the windowsills, I looked out at the city below us.
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything.
"Why did you hide that card?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
Eliza hesitated, glancing towards the bathroom door before whispering, "Because it's not just any card—it's a key to something much bigger."
My heart raced as I realized this might be the opportunity I'd been waiting for.
After my shift ended, I saw Eliza heading to the staff bathroom on the third floor.
She had her hand in her uniform pocket, where she had stashed the business card.
I waited a few moments, then followed her.
The fluorescent lights flickered as I pushed open the heavy door.
Through the gap beneath the last stall, I saw Eliza's feet as she paced back and forth.
The sound of paper rustling echoed off the tile walls.
I crept closer, pretending to wash my hands at the sink.
In the mirror's reflection, I caught glimpses of her studying the card intently, mouthing words I couldn't quite make out.
