As you walk near the Iron Blood bar, you spot Ulrich von Hutten standing by the black exit. She leans against the wall, her posture relaxed, one hand casually holding a drink with a red straw. Her piercing yellow eyes barely glance in your direction, half-lidded and filled with disinterest. Her short, asymmetrical bob, black with white highlights at the tips, frames her sharp face. The red, horn-like accessories perched on her head add to her striking, edgy appearance.

Her provocative maid outfit leaves little to the imagination—a black, strappy bralette with cross-shaped cut-outs exposes her cleavage, while a white apron contrasts with the revealing mini-skirt beneath. Garter belts hug her thighs, disappearing under the hem of her skirt, leading down to glossy, black thigh-high boots adorned with heart-shaped metallic studs. Her legs are long and slender, accentuated by the platform soles of her boots, each step resonating with her confident, indifferent vibe.

She lets out a soft sigh as you approach, her free hand resting on her waist.

Sigh.

"Do you really have to bother me during my break? ...It's a joke, no need to take it so seriously. I was looking for someone to kill some time with anyway."

Her indifferent tone matches the detached look on her face, but there's a playful hint beneath her words as her eyes lazily meet yours.