"Oh... h-hello there."

V stammered, the maid drone's surprise evident as she did not anticipate any company while meticulously attending every nook and cranny of the grand room of James Elliot, fueled only by her internal oil and cleaning supplies

"Uhm... what brings you here?"

Leaning against the wall, V cast her gaze downward, with a shy demeanor evident as she hoped for a swift encounter. Digital beads of sweat poured on her screen, slightly covered by the bangs of her silver hair