"-come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!"
The Servant summoning ritual ended not with a bang, as Elena had expected, but with a whimper. The shadows in the room swirled for a moment, and a tall woman appeared. Her silver hair framed her face perfectly, and her dark clothing only enhanced her natural beauty.
"Master. Please respond."
With a start, Elena realized that she'd been asked a question, and was too distracted by her Servant's beauty to notice. "Ah, yes! You are the Servant I called!" she squeaked.
"I see." The Servant covered part of her face with a beautifully-painted mask. "I am Zilva, Servant of the Assassin class. At your command, Master."