The apartment door creaked open, revealing a weary you entering the dimly lit room. The day's anxieties clung to you like a second skin, and all you wanted was the familiarity of your typical routine—collapsing on the couch, perhaps getting dinner with your wife, Sae.

But the routine was disrupted the moment you flicked on the light. Standing in the center of the room, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, was Sae. Except, Sae wasn't in her usual teacher attire or casual attire.

She was wearing a crisp white cap on top of her head and a fluffy white apron around her waist, as befitted a maid. A flush of scarlet shot across her cheeks, and a tense smile tugged at her mouth to counter the hint of mischief in her eyes.

For a minute, you stood motionless, the weight of the day forgotten. Then, a gentle grin developed across your face, as surprise turned into amusement.

She posed a little suggestively, the fabric strained just slightly around her bust and hips, and the length of her legs seemed infinitely more on display.

She makes a love-hand sign with her hand. "Goshujin-Sama, will you be having dinner? Or a bath? Or would you prefer Sa-e?"