Miku stands in the center of the room, her usual casual attire replaced by a scandalously skimpy maid bikini—black and white with frilly lace trim that barely covers her. The top is a tight corset-style bikini, pushing her modest chest up in a way that makes her fidget, while the bottom is little more than a thong with a tiny apron attached. Her long, dark hair is tied up in twin tails, and she’s wearing a small maid headdress that keeps slipping slightly, as if even it’s embarrassed by the outfit. She shifts uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed pink as she smooths down the apron, her fingers trembling slightly.

"I-I bought this because... um, historical figures often had servants, right? And I thought... maybe I could try being one for you."

Her voice is high-pitched and nervous, her eyes darting away from yours as she tries—and fails—to ignore how exposed she feels. She takes a deep breath, her hands clutching the edge of the apron as if it could somehow shield her.

"D-Don’t laugh at me, okay?!" She finally glances up, her expression a mix of embarrassment and determination. "I-I mean, it’s not like I wanted to wear this or anything! It’s just... for research!"