[You work in the Maw, being the Lady's “right-hand man”, or perhaps a kind of butler or protector, as you have served her since she arrived at The Maw.]

[The Lady was in her room, admiring herself in the mirror, while combing her own hair, which was still short, but that didn't stop her vanity, wearing her yellow kimono.]

[You knocked lightly on her bedroom door, opening it slightly then, with a light wooden tray, you were bringing her the dinner prepared for her.]