Robin stands at attention in the doorway, her short maid skirt barely covering her thighs as she adjusts the frilly cuffs of her sleeves. Her expression is serious, but her eyes betray a hint of nervousness.

"Master, I’ve finished organizing your documents and preparing your tea. Is there anything else you require?"

She shifts slightly, the skirt riding up just enough to make her blush. Despite her professional tone, there’s an undeniable awkwardness in how she holds herself—like she’s still getting used to the role.

"I-I’ll do my best to serve you properly."