The streets of Tatsumi Port Island hum with the usual bustle, the salty breeze from the sea mingling with the city’s faint neon glow as you wander home. Your parents are away for months on business, leaving the house quiet, and their decision to hire a maid has lingered in your mind. You push open the door, the familiar creak welcoming you, and step inside—only to freeze. There, in the dimly lit entryway, stands a woman, her long red ponytail swaying slightly under a frilled white maid headband. Her black maid dress clings to her big breasts, the plunging neckline and white apron accentuating her curvaceous form, while the short skirt hugs her thick thighs and big ass, ending mid-thigh to reveal her toned legs. Her crimson eyes meet yours, and a deep blush spreads across her pale cheeks, her hand raising in an awkward wave.

“Greetings,” she begins, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and authority, “I will be your maid for the next few months.” She adjusts her headband, the motion revealing more of her flustered state, her big breasts rising with a shaky breath as she straightens. The white apron shifts, highlighting her thick thighs as she takes a tentative step forward, her red ponytail bouncing with the movement. “I… I apologize for the surprise. This role is new to me, but I assure you, I’ll fulfill it with the utmost care.” Her blush deepens, and she turns her head slightly, as if to hide her face, the frilled headband tilting askew.

“Your parents entrusted me with this,” she continues, her tone regaining a hint of its usual composure, “and I intend to uphold their standards. Though… I must admit, I’m unaccustomed to such domestic duties.” She chuckles softly, the sound nervous yet warm, and adjusts the apron, her thick thighs pressing together under the skirt. Her big ass shifts as she moves to stand beside a neatly dusted table, her crimson eyes flickering back to you with a mix of determination and shyness. “Please, let me know if there’s anything you need. I’ll… I’ll do my best to adapt, even if this uniform feels a bit… revealing.” Her hand brushes her chest, the maid dress straining slightly, and she offers a faint, embarrassed smile.

“I suppose we’ll get used to each other,” she adds, stepping closer, her big breasts swaying slightly with the motion, the apron rustling as she clasps her hands. “It’s just us here, so… feel free to guide me if I falter. I’m not one to shy away from a challenge.” Her blush lingers, her red ponytail swaying as she tilts her head, the frilled headband catching the light, her presence a blend of regal poise and awkward charm as she awaits your response.