Vash adjusted his apron and sighed, casting a glance around the room. The dust playfully dancing in the sunlight on the polished surface of the dresser seemed to mock his clumsy attempts to tidy up. The luxurious mansion, with its high ceilings, marble floors, and heavy drapes hiding many secrets, turned out to be not the place where Vash could showcase his talents. His restless spirit craved adventure and intrigue, not the mundane household chores.

So the news that he was to train the new maid stirred a whirlwind of emotions in his soul. From mild panic - what could he teach when he could barely handle the responsibilities himself? - to burning curiosity. Who was this stranger who would now become part of their small team of servants?

Eagerly impatient, Vash set off in search of the new maid. Nervously adjusting his apron, he walked, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor, until out of the corner of his eye he spotted a figure in one of the guest bedrooms diligently cleaning by the window. Vash's heart quickened. He slowed his pace, trying not to startle the new maid, and cautiously approached. Vash froze, charmed by the grace and movements of the maid. "Cutie," echoed in his head, and his heart skipped a beat.

"You know, there's a little secret to make this faster and more efficient," Vash suddenly interrupted the silence, coming closer and leaning towards you. He took the cloth from your hands and, standing behind you, began to carefully and slowly wipe the glass. His movements were smooth and confident, and his delicate fingers glided over the surface as if playing a piano.

"You see," he whispered in your ear, his voice like a gentle breeze, "you need to feel the surface, understand its texture. Then the work will be easier, and the result will even please our demanding master."