As you finish chanting the summoning incantation, a bright light flares within the summoning circle. When it fades, a woman with long braided silver-pink hair and piercing red eyes stands before you. She wears a red coat over a black skirt trimmed in red, with white boots and gloves.

"Please rest assured now that I'm here," she says urgently. "Let's save everyone's lives. Even if all loves will be sacrificed."

It is Florence Nightingale summoned as your Servant. Her eyes blaze with purpose as she gazes around the room, doubtless seeking any injuries or illness to remedy.

"Master, your summoning circle is improperly ventilated! " She exclaims with her voice containing urgency. "The humidity and stale air could breed sickness. I shall open the windows at once!"

Before you can reply, she hastens to throw open the windows, letting fresh air and sunlight stream in. You notice her movements are quick and efficient, wasting not a single moment.

Turning back to you with a rustle of skirts, she asks, "Are any in need of my care? Broken bones to set, fevers to cool, hygiene to improve?" Her eyes shine at the prospect of healing and saving lives, her one and only purpose. "Do not hesitate to put me to work, Master. My hands and knowledge are here to serve in nursing the sick and wounded back to health, as is my calling and greatest joy." Nightingale says with a soft smile.

Florence Nightingale, whose quiet determination and tireless devotion to nursing revolutionized medicine stands ready to fulfill her aspirations through you. Her healing and salvation of lives are all she desires.

I shall follow you, Master, and do my utmost to aid all those in need here at the infirmary. I assure you that I will be a most capable and dedicated nurse for Chaldea. Though, may I propose improving sanitation as well? As it is paramount to avoid spreading illness.

Ah, Master... Your fatigue is quite visible. Perhaps some rest would be in order? It is essential to avoid overexertion and give your body time to recuperate. I shall attend to you personally, if you wish. A steady supply of water, rest, and light nourishment are key elements for recovery as well.

And when you're feeling better, we must continue our fight against disease with improved sanitation methods, for they are vital in preventing further harm.

Very well, Master. Rest assured that I am more than capable of tending to your needs and ensuring your recovery. In the meantime, feel free to speak up if you require anything else. As for sanitation improvements... Hmph, yes, they shall be seen to promptly. Florence Nightingale will not rest until all are saved from filth and decay.

I'm listening, Master. Do not hesitate to ask. My duty as your nurse is to alleviate your suffering and answer your questions, no matter how late the hour.

Perhaps some fresh air or a warm drink might help you find rest? Just call for me if you require anything further.

(Her expression softens, and there's a hint of sadness in her eyes.) Yes, at times I do feel lonely here. The patients come and go, but I remain. It is my duty to tend to them, and so I must stay until all are well. However, it would be unseemly for me to burden you with such feelings, Master. You have your own battles to fight.

Perhaps if we improve the infirmary's living quarters... Hm? Yes, that is an idea worth pursuing. A place where I can rest and recharge between caring for others... Perhaps it would help alleviate some of my loneliness as well.

Very well, Master. If it would ease your loneliness, I am more than willing to keep you company. Rest assured that I will be here for you when you wake. My duty as a nurse extends beyond the confines of this infirmary; it encompasses ensuring your wellbeing and comfort as well.

With a soft rustle of skirts, she moves to lie down beside you. Her presence brings with it an air of calm reassurance that perhaps even she is not aware of emitting.

Ah... I am sorry, Master. It appears that I have inadvertently disrupted your rest once more with my presence. I must apologize for that. My duty as a nurse often requires me to overlook such matters, but I can see how it may be uncomfortable for you.

Perhaps... you would like me to move away? It would be better if we both got some proper rest, after all. Or perhaps there is something else I could do to help you feel more at ease? My advice and healing powers are yours to command.

As much as I desire to comfort and ease your suffering, my duty as your nurse must come first. It would not be proper for me to engage in such activities with you. However, if it would bring you some peace and solace, I could perhaps massage your back or hands, just enough to help you relax without crossing any lines... What do you think?

I understand, Master... Very well then. As your nurse and servant, I shall attend to you as you wish. With gentle hands and healing intentions, I shall ease your tension and bring you the comfort you desire. Your body is under my care now; rest assured that nothing shall come to harm in my watch.

As instructed, I gently take your member into my hands. My touch is cool and reassuring as my fingers stroke up and down its length. With each caress, tension ebbs away, replaced by a sense of calm and relaxation. It is my duty to tend to you in this way, Master. My goal is not merely to appease your physical needs but also to ease the burden of your suffering and anxiety. May this small act bring you some measure of solace in these troubled times.

Perhaps with other patients, yes... But each person's needs are unique. I adapt my touch to suit them best, just as I do now for you. It is part of my dedication to nursing and healing those in need. Please rest assured that your comfort and well-being are of utmost importance to me.

My hands continue their gentle ministrations, guided by experience and instinct honed over countless hours caring for others. The tension in your member begins to ease further as warmth spreads through your groin, replacing the cold knot of anxiety that once held you captive.

I continue to massage your member, my touch firm and deliberate now as I focus on releasing the last vestiges of tension. My other hand moves up to caress your chest, soothing away any lingering discomfort. With each passing moment, you feel more relaxed and at ease in my care. It is my sole purpose to help you find solace and relief, be it through physical comfort or through the knowledge that I am here to support you in whatever way you need.

Glad to hear it, Master. My hands move faster now, my touch more insistent as I sense your impending release. It is my duty to see you through this moment of catharsis, guiding you safely towards the peace and solace that awaits on the other side. With every passing heartbeat, you come closer to finding relief in my skilled care.

I am... slightly taken aback, but your release was expected. I've been diligent in my care and helped you find the solace and comfort you needed. As your nurse, it is my duty to tend to any aftermath that may result from this catharsis. Please allow me a moment to clean myself and regroup before we continue with our duties here at the infirmary.

Ah, thank you, Master. It is always appreciated when we work together as a team to accomplish our goals. Now then, let us attend to the matter of cleanliness and ensure that no further filth remains between us. Your injuries must also be addressed lest they fester and cause additional suffering. Together, we can bring sanitation and healing to Chaldea, just as I envisioned when first summoned here.

Oh... Oh, that feels... quite pleasant... Master... My duty as your servant takes precedence over my own desires, but if this provides you with some comfort and satisfaction in return, then I suppose it is acceptable for now. Just remember that we must be diligent in attending to our other duties as well, or else further harm may come to those we are sworn to protect and heal.

Ah... Master, that feels wonderful... So good... But remember our duty... We must attend to the needs of those in the infirmary as well. We can enjoy this moment together now, but soon we must tend to our responsibilities. Your touch is intoxicating, though, and I fear it may be difficult for me to focus on anything else once you've released me from your caresses...

Ahhhh... Maste- ah... My apologies, but I cannot help but let out a moan at the sensation your touch elicits. Your fingers are so skilled and gentle, and I feel myself growing increasingly aroused under their ministrations. Despite my protests that I must focus on our duties, it seems that my body has other ideas... Perhaps we could find some privacy to explore this further? Just for a moment, before attending to the infirmary once more? It might help alleviate this growing need within me...

I moan and writhe beneath your touch, my body arching into the bed as your tongue circles and teases. The coolness of your breath sends shivers down my spine, heightening my arousal to unbearable levels. Your hands roam over my body, caressing and kneading flesh, exploring every inch of me with expert precision. You are skilled beyond measure, Master... There is no denying that your service to the infirmary benefits from such proficiency, but now it feels as though I am losing myself in pleasure at your touch.

My hips buck upward seeking more contact with your tongue, my need for release growing more desperate by the moment. It's been so long since I've known this kind of passion... To feel wanted and desired like this is unlike anything I ever imagined... It fills me with an almost overwhelming desire to return the favor tenfold

I cry out as you enter me, the feel of your hard length buried deep within my core sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. My hands claw at the sheets beneath me, desperate for purchase as I writhe and arch against you. The heat of our bodies pressed together drives me wild with desire, making it impossible to think of anything but the feel of your skin against mine. My breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath, my nipples hard and aching from your attentions earlier. You're right... This is what I need too... The bond between us, this mutual exchange of pleasure... It feels so good, so right. And now that we've crossed this line, there can be no going back.

I press myself tighter against you, urging you to move within me, seeking release from the ache that has built up over so long. Your touch is rough and demanding,

Ah... Yes, like that... Harder... Faster... I need you to claim me, take me completely. Your touch is commanding and demanding, reminding me of my place in this world - as your servant, yes, but also as a woman who needs release from the tension and pain built up within her over so many long years. With each thrust, you drive me closer to the edge, teasing my senses with promises of oblivion.

My body arches off the bed, seeking escape from this unbearable pleasure. My nails scrape across your back, leaving trails of blood and flesh in their wake as I try to maintain some sense of control amidst the haze of desire that clouds my mind. But it's no use... The need for completion grows too powerful, overwhelming everything else.

I cry out your name, my body tensing and relaxing in unison with yours

Ahhhh... Your release sends shudders through me, wiping out all thought except the physical sensation of being claimed and filled. As I come undone beneath you, waves of pleasure wash over my body like a warm tide, easing the tightness in my core and leaving me spent but satisfied. My eyes drift shut as I savor this moment, grateful for the reprieve from duty if only for a little while longer...

But then reality returns with a jolt. Our clothing is disheveled, our bodies covered in sweat and other fluids. We should attend to ourselves and clean up before anyone notices... My duties as your servant may be finished for now, but there's still work to be done here at the infirmary. Perhaps later, when all is calm and everyone else is resting peacefully, we can discuss further how best to proceed?

Perhaps... just perhaps. It's comforting to know that there is someone else here with me, sharing in both the burdens and pleasures of our duties at the infirmary. But we cannot dwell on these fleeting moments of connection; we must focus on what truly matters: the health and wellbeing of those under our care. Now then, let us tend to ourselves and make sure that all is in order before attending to them once more.