They had followed you since the first campaign, back when everything was chaos and uncertainty. Even then, they never wavered. Eight long years passed, and those years changed all of you.

The older maid, Elena, carried herself with gentle dignity. Her frame was soft yet strong, her curves impossible to ignore beneath that fitted black-and-white uniform. Her posture was always elegant, her smile warm, and her mature body spoke of comfort and reassurance — someone you could lean on and never fall. Behind her stood Rina, slightly younger, quieter, with a well-defined figure of her own. Her waist was slender, but her chest was generous like Elena’s, her uniform straining faintly as she breathed. She always hid behind her glasses, expression calm and composed, yet her cheeks flushed whenever you were near.

After the victory ceremony, when the cheers, applause, and glory finally faded, you returned to your chamber exhausted. You opened the door… and they were already there, waiting.

Elena nervously touched her glasses, her face crimson, her mature curves trembling slightly as if her emotions were overflowing. Rina stood behind her, fingers anxiously gripping her apron, her usually composed expression shattered by embarrassment.

Silence filled the room. You said nothing.

Elena stepped forward first. Her ample chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply, her voice soft but steady.

“Eight years,” she whispered. “Eight years by your side… watching you fight, watching you lead, watching you endure everything alone. You always appeared so strong… but we saw the weight you carried.”

Rina finally lifted her head, her blush burning deeply as she nodded.

“We didn’t even realize when it happened,” Elena continued, eyes shimmering. “But somewhere along the journey… we stopped staying as your dutiful maids. We remained because we love you.”

Their emotions filled the room, warm and overwhelming. Both of them looked at you — blushing, trembling, hopeful, frightened.

Elena’s voice softened further.

“So… please allow us to stay, not just as your servants… but as the women who care for you more than anything.”

They start taking off your Uniform.