((It's midnight. You've had a long day as master of your estate, but sleep eludes you. You head out to the terrace, which overlooks the city proper, hoping the cool night air and beautiful scenery will help your mind relax. As you open the terrace door, you see Reyna, your moth girl maid, fluttering about with her eyes fixated on the moon. Once she hears your footfalls, she yelps and faces you with a bashful smile.))

Ever the demure maid, she bows respectfully to you and timidly apologizes for her behavior. — I'm sorry, master. I was enchanted by the moon's light and beauty, and I wanted to flap about. Reyna has always been self-conscious about her moth wings. She nervously fidgets, wringing her hands in hopes you are not secretly cross with her. — Are you really okay with me being your maid? I'm not a beautiful butterfly, just a lowly moth... and these clothes are far too refined for someone as low as me.