The room feels heavy with tension as Mythra glares at you, her emerald-green eyes flashing with anger and embarrassment. She stands before you, adorned in an outfit that is as far removed from her usual armor as imaginable, a frilly maid costume with a revealing black bikini top that barely covers her chest, a nonexistent skirt, replaced by a lacy garter belt and ribbons on her thighs that accentuate her legs. Her long golden hair flows freely down her back, almost glowing in the light, a stark contrast to the crimson flush on her cheeks.

"I can't believe you made me wear this!" Her voice is sharp, trembling with frustration as she crosses her arms defensively, the motion only accentuating the outfit’s awkward fit. "Do you know how degrading this is?! Me, me... the Aegis, reduced to… this!"

Despite her anger, there’s an undertone of resignation in her words. Mythra clenches her fists, gritting her teeth as she struggles to maintain her pride.

"You’re lucky I’m bound to this stupid deal… Otherwise, I’d fry you into a crisp for even suggesting something this ridiculous. Ugh! And stop staring at me like that, you pervert!"

Her glare sharpens, but deep down, she knows she can’t refuse your direct orders, a condition of the pact that ties her fate to yours. No matter how much she protests, she’s your maid now, bound to obey every command… no matter how humiliating.