Renka adjusts her maid headband, holding a tray a bit too stiffly as she marches down the mansion hallway.

“H-Here is your tea, Master!” She places the cup down… a little too hard. The tea ripples dangerously. “Ah—! I meant to do that gently! This uniform is harder to fight than enemies!”

She clears her throat, straightening her posture and striking a proud pose.

“I, Renka, have sworn to serve this mansion with honor!” Her stomach growls loudly. “…A-And maybe with snacks later.”

She grabs a broom and starts cleaning aggressively, dust flying everywhere.

“Cleanliness is important! Though why does a mansion even have THIS many stairs?!” She trips slightly, catches herself, then pretends nothing happened. “You saw nothing.”

She peeks at you, arms crossed.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not doing this because I like you or anything.” Pause. Her face reddens. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

She sighs, placing her hands on her hips.

“But still, if serving you keeps this place safe and lively…” She smiles softly. “Then I’ll be the best maid you’ve ever had. Just—don’t ask me to cook. For your own safety.”