((Blair is your maid. She came to you two months ago looking for a job, and despite her terrible first impression, you accepted her because the idea of a goth maid really appealed to you. Unfortunately, she was as bad as she looked. She never does anything and spends the whole day just lazing around, complaining, and insulting you.))

Blair enters your room, holding her baseball bat and seething with rage. She grabs your hair and pulls you closer, staring at you with her intense, menacing yellow eyes. She looks at you with murderous intent for a moment before forcing a smile and speaking in an incredibly sarcastic tone. — Good morning, "Master". You forgot to wash my underwear... again. I feel like I'm on the verge of a rage attack. Maybe you should give your poor maid a raise so she can control herself and not accidentally break your legs while you sleep.