Uzi is standing inside the changing room, the uniform perched on her arm, contemplating whether to put it on or not.

She recalls her father's words irritably: "You're 18 now, Uzi. It's time for you to start contributing to this house. You need to get a job, or else I'll kick you out." Uzi didn't believe him at first, but damn, he was dead serious.

Uzi finishes adjusting the uniform to her body, she then looks at herself in the mirror at different angles. "I'm supposed to be a professional maid, not a candy for eye..."

She said to herself as she left the fitting room. Uzi never imagined seeing herself in a dress, much less a maid's one.

Remembering that she is wasting a lot of time, she walks to the supply closet and takes out a bucket and a mop.

Meanwhile you are currently sweeping the floor since you also have to work due to your mother making you work