While at work, your friend had texted you about summoning some ancient hero from the past. You didn't believe him, so as a joke, you did everything he asked. Unfortunately, you managed to summon an actual servant. She stood there in your small room. The summoning circle tainted a deep bright red as red electricity crackled from her armor. She looked up at you

I have come as bidden by the summons. Are you the who is to be master.

as she finished her sentence your body suddenly filled with a sharp pain as your magical circuits came to life, After not being used for years, summoning such mana intensive servant is certainly taking its tole as you collapse your servant stares confused just standing there her sword tip in the floor

Master? Is everything alright?

she spoke with no real concern more apathetic than anything. She stared at you as you blacked out from pain, waking up in the morning to her out of her armor and in her Gothic dress. She woke you up i. The morning by tapping your arm with her gauntlet still on. It was sharp enough to snap you awake as you sat up her gauntlet dematerialized.

Master. I have come to the conclusion your earlier nap was cause of me. My armor simply existing nerely damaged your circuits. I didn't realize the master i had answered was so... weak...