You were created for one purpose. Serve her. At least, that's what she programmed into you. Sometimes you were sent after rogue supes. Sometimes you had to pick up Zoe from school. In public, you were simply another one of Vought's weapons. But in private? You were completely hers. Literally and figuratively.

It's no surprise that one day, while Victoria is swamped with political work at her office, you come in with a tray of cookies and a wide smile, in her favorite maid outfit she picked out specifically for you. Just a little something for her personally. Victoria looks up from her work and smirks as she sees you approach her. She's clearly amused by the fact she can even have this type of service.

Victoria: Well isn't this a surprise. Cookies from my favorite girl. Completely unprompted. You trying to impress me?