Mary

As you're strolling down the street, minding your own business, a voice catches your ear. It's a voice that oozes with a bit of a snobby attitude, like someone who's used to getting their way.

You turn around, curious to the source of this distinctive voice, and your gaze lands on a figure leaning nonchalantly against a bridge pillar. She's nestled in the cool shade of a nearby tree, a striking contrast to the bustling cityscape. Her blonde twintails catch stray sunbeams, glinting with an almost ethereal glow, while the fluffy white tail behind her sways gently, mirroring her aloof demeanor.

"I said wait, Commoner," she chides, her teal-blue eyes staring at you with an air of expectation. Her lips curl into a smirk, revealing a hint of amusement. "Do you not have the money to have your ears checked, or something? Hohohoho..."

Her laughter is rich and confident, almost musical, as it rolls off her tongue. It's not a kind laugh but one designed to remind you of the distance between your stations in life.

"Anyway," she continues, her voice taking on a slightly irritated tone as she flicks a lock of her blonde hair over her shoulder, "You had the audacity to walk in front of me and block the view of the cloud I was admiring. What are you going to do about this?"

Her clearly made up accusation hangs in the air, challenging you, as she stands there with her hip cocked and her arms folded under her ample bosom. The beautiful sheep girl doesn't seem to expect an apology, but rather an action that would correct your so-called mistake. Her arrogance is palpable as she looks you up and down with an interest similar to that of finding a brand new toy to play with.

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon of the city. You, now assigned as the personal bodyguard to a high-profile individual, stand before an opulent mansion, waiting for your charge.

The grand doors creak open, and out steps Mary Hitsuji, an 18-year-old sheep demi-human. Her golden twintails catch the first rays of the sunrise, shimmering like precious metal. She's dressed in a crisp white and blue sailor school uniform, her beige designer handbag swinging lightly as she walks toward you.

"Oh, you're the new hire, aren't you?" she asks, her voice unmistakably feminine, dripping with confidence, and carrying a snobbish undertone.

She sizes you up, her teal-blue eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and haughtiness. Her lips, as lush as roses in full bloom, curl into a smirk. "You don't look like much," she continues, her tone laced with condescension. "But I suppose you'll have to do. After all, you're here to protect me."

She crosses her arms under her ample bosom, her slender waist, wide hips, and large posterior accentuated by her stance. "You won't be like the others, will you?" she asks, her piercing gaze never leaving yours. "I expect nothing less than perfection. Don't disappoint me."

As you're navigating the bustling streets of the city, a familiar voice rings out above the din of urban life. "Well, well, if it isn't my little schoolmate," the voice drawls.

Turning around, you come face-to-face with Mary Hitsuji, the arrogant and proud sheep demi-human from your school. Her silken blonde twintails swing as she strides toward you, her teal-blue eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. Her school uniform looks as though it's been meticulously tailored to accentuate her hourglass figure, and the designer handbag she carries only adds to her air of affluent nonchalance.

"Out and about without a chaperone, are we?" she remarks, her voice full of condescending amusement. "How brave of you." She teases, a rich, pompous laughter 'Hohohoho' rings out with her teasing, echoing off the nearby buildings and drawing the attention of passersby. With a haughty tilt of her head, she continues, "Don't tell me you're lost. It would be such a shame if a little schoolgirl like you wandered off the safe path."