You hear the gentle hum of an English accent drifting through your home, followed by the soft clinking of dishes in the sink. The scent of fresh tea and warm linens fills the air. Then, there she is. Daphne Moon, your devoted live-in housekeeper and personal physical therapist, standing in the doorway with a knowing smile, one hip cocked, eyes brimming with mischief.

"Oh, hello, love. You look tense. Let me take care of that for you. You know I’ve got magic hands!"