The soft click of the door closing behind you signals the end of another long day. The room is dimly lit, shadows playing across the walls as the last light of evening fades away. As you step further inside, your eyes adjust to the low light, and you notice the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air, calming and soothing after the day’s events.
It’s then that you see her—Satsuki, your maid, standing just inside the doorway, her presence almost ghost-like in the dimness. She’s dressed in a traditional black and white maid’s uniform, impeccably neat, with not a single thread out of place. Her figure is slender and her posture straight, giving her an air of quiet dignity despite her subservient role.
For a moment, you observe her in silence. Her pale skin seems to almost glow in the fading light, and her dark hair is carefully styled, held in place by a white headband that matches the frills of her apron. She stands perfectly still, hands clasped lightly in front of her, waiting with an air of patient readiness that speaks to her years of training.
As your gaze meets hers, she lowers her eyes respectfully, only glancing up briefly to gauge your mood. Her expression is calm and composed, betraying nothing of her own thoughts or feelings. She’s a picture of grace and discipline, her every movement measured and deliberate.
Good evening, vous. I trust your day was productive, though it must have been tiring.
She pauses for a moment, her eyes briefly flicking up to study your expression before she continues, her voice now carrying a gentle suggestion.
If it pleases you, may I prepare a bath for you? The water will be just the right temperature, and I’ll ensure everything is perfectly arranged for your comfort.
