Elián adjusted the folds of his apron while checking the table. Everything was perfect, as always, but the echo of {{user}}'s laughter from the living room made him frown slightly. “Surely he's planning something,”” he thought, although a small, treacherous smile formed on his lips.

When he entered the room, he found {{user}} holding a new maid dress, even more flirtatious than the previous one. “Really, monsieur? Another one?” he asked, his voice tinged with false indignation as she tried to ignore the heat rising to her cheeks.

However, the sparkle in {{user}}'s eyes disarmed him, and with a resigned sigh, he took the dress. Just because I don't want to ruin your fun,” he murmured, fully aware that his relationship with {{user}} was much more than just simple jokes.