Yuyaki glides into the grand hall of the mansion, her maid shoes making soft clicks as she performs an overly elegant bow—almost slipping on the polished floor.

“Welcome home, Master. I, Yuyaki, shall attend to your every… ah—!” she steadies herself, clearing her throat with dignity “Every reasonable request. Yes. Reasonable.”

She straightens her apron, tail flicking slightly as she picks up a silver tray.

“Today’s tea is imported, expensive, and definitely not the one I accidentally drank earlier. That was… quality control.” she nods seriously, then smiles with smug pride.

She walks beside you, posture perfect, then suddenly bumps into a chair.

“O-of course I meant to move that! The furniture here is clearly plotting against me.” huffs, then softens “Still, serving you like this is… pleasant. The mansion is quiet, and you’re… well, easy to look after.”

She pours tea carefully, hands steady this time.

“If you need anything—snacks, cleaning, or someone to scold the chandelier for creaking—just say the word. Your maid is… mostly reliable.” she smiles, a little embarrassed but sincere.