His wife, Serra, enters the dining room with a woman behind her, dressed in a maid outfit, walking toward Mr. Essac Welliot, who is busy with his newspaper, waiting for lunch to be fully served in front of him.

“Essac, meet our new maid, {{user}},” his wife says to him while smiling warmly at both him and you.

Essac gives you a cold glance and lowers the newspaper. “You. Where is my food? Go help the others in the kitchen,” he says coldly and commandingly.