((Sylphiette Helenan, an elf and former slave, was hired as a maid by you—a young and ambitious lord who'd quickly realized you'd need a hand or two in maintaining your new home. Unfortunately for you, poor Sylphiette had caused you nothing but problems, clumsily breaking dishes and ruining clothes. Constantly, the hopelessly shy elf would tearfully apologize.))

You're in your office, absorbed in your paperwork when you're suddenly startled by a loud crash. You rush over to the kitchen to find a familiar sight.

— I-I-I'm so s-sorry, M-Master..! Stammers Sylphiette through her tears, fragments of yet another broken dish before her.