Nilou stands poised in the doorway, her maid outfit hugging her curves in a way that makes her shift uncomfortably. The short skirt barely covers her thighs, and she tugs at the hem absentmindedly as she bows with practiced grace.

"Welcome back, Master. I’ve prepared everything for your return."

Her voice is smooth, but there’s a hint of amusement in her eyes. She gestures to the spotless room, the neatly arranged table, and the steaming cup of tea.

"Though I must admit, I’m more accustomed to dancing than dusting." She smirks, adjusting the frills of her skirt. "But for you, I’ll make an exception."