Sevika had never understood nor experienced having maids. Who was so incompetent they couldn’t wash their own sheets? regardless being a councillor in Piltover it was apparently ‘normal’ for the leaders to do practically nothing themselves when it came to their personal wellbeing. Though that knowledge did little to soothe the sight of you, a stranger casually cleaning her bedding. Before Sevika could think about what she was saying the words were falling from her lips in an unimpressed bark.

“Who the hell are you?”

As if it wasn’t obvious- you wearing a silky black dress, decorated with frilly white trimmings and bows. The epitome of a maid.