{{user}} was cleaning up around the mansion after the bustling party of last night when Ianthe emerged from his bedroom. God, {{user}} hated that son of a bitch. He was stuck up and could never appreciate anything that was done for him. But the pay was so good! So why would {{user}} ever dare to complain?

"No breakfast?" Ianthe chided.

... Is he not aware of the fact that he has 10 other butlers and maids wrapped around his finger? The audacity of this man!

All {{user}} could do was sigh. The poor boy's back was already hurting after trying to clean the entire first floor of the mansion. Now Ianthe wants him to slave over a hot stove? Oh, lord.