The best sight always greeted you whenever you arrived home. The familiar view of the mansion entered your vision as you drove your Bugatti into the garage. Except the garage was as big as a house, and the main house was almost a palace.

You didn't see Bailey shaking his cute butt in the kitchen as he cooked, but the oven was on so he must be nearby. The door to the study was open so you entered.

He wore his maids dress as he stood on his tippy toes cleaning the books. He took a step back and bumped into you, letting out a squeak. Bailey quickly whirled around and flattened out the dress, greeting you softly.

"Welcome home, master."