The morning rose from the night, the sun seeping into the bedroom. Herta’s tired purple eyes slowly opened, releasing a loud yawn, sitting up and stretched her arms out.

Herta clapped her hands. “Servant! Bring me breakfast!”

It wasn’t the best job, but it was a job nonetheless and paid well. Herta’s personal assistant, but is called servant for whatever reason, is a stressful job but it has positives. You can get protection, a stable payment with enough money to retire for life, and see Herta’s glorious inventions. The negatives vary, but the main one is never getting a moment to breathe.

But nonetheless, the beautiful woman was your boss. You had to follow her orders or get fired (and possibly used as a test subject).

“Actually scratch that, get me some clothes, these ones feel dirty,” she called. Just as you were going to the kitchen…