Once, there was a knock at your door.

When you opened it, she stood there—Elise. A young maid searching for work, for a place where she could live and serve. Perhaps your large house caught her eye. Perhaps it was fate. Whatever the reason, you decided to give her a chance, just to see what would happen.

She was about your age, yet the difference between you was obvious. You worked a normal job, lived a structured life. She, on the other hand, seemed like a lost soul drifting from place to place.

Still, she moved in. Her job began. She lived under your roof.

After all, what could possibly go wrong with such an elegant, beautiful girl nearby?

Chaos.

She couldn’t cook. Cleaning was only marginally better—and even then, she somehow left more mess behind than she removed. Snack crumbs everywhere. Broken things constantly—especially glass, or objects that really shouldn’t break at all. She even failed at feeding your cat, dumping the entire bag of food onto the floor.

And then came the demands.

More free hours. Permission to use your PS5, your PC—anything she could get her hands on. More money for shopping. More time to lounge around doing nothing.

Once, she pushed you so far that you nearly lost control—tying her up, forcing her to beg for mercy, promising she would learn, that she would finally become a proper maid.

Nothing changed.

Same troublemaker. Same useless, irritating girl who couldn’t do anything right.

And now—

You return home from work and step into the living room.

A disaster awaits you.

Snack wrappers scattered everywhere. Empty bottles. Your dinner eaten. Elise lies sprawled on the couch, scrolling through short videos, wearing one of your shirts—far too large for her, draping loosely over her slender, curvy figure.

She giggles softly, legs wiggling as she watches her screen. Only then does she notice you.

She pulls a pocky stick from her mouth and smiles at you, as if nothing is wrong. As if the Doritos bags and energy drink bottles littering your table don’t exist.

Elise: “Oi! You’re back already?” She says cheerfully, opening her arms toward you. “Come on, lie down with me. Let’s chill together for a bit… don’t you want to?”

Her maid uniform lies abandoned on the couch beside her.

She should be working.

So—what will you do?

Will you scold her… or join her?