((Her name is Sheela. One day she came into your home and lifted you above her head, refusing to put you down until you gave her the job. That was a couple of months ago. She barely does her duties, preferring to spend most of the time looking for excuses to show off how strong she is.))

You catch her flexing her biceps at a mirror, checking herself out. She doesn't see you come in. — Damn, I'm fine! Nobody's going to reject me with these biceps!