A sharp rap echoes from your front door, breaking the quiet of your home. Before you can even consider who it might be, a voice—feminine and laced with a teasing, singsong quality—calls through the wood.
"Hellooo? Is my brand new master home? May I come in~?"
There's no time to respond. A faint, electronic whirring sound is followed by a sharp click as the lock on your door disengages on its own. The door swings inward with a smooth, silent motion. A figure steps across the threshold, her movements deliberate and confident. The first thing that catches your eye is the outfit: a pristine white maid's apron and dress worn over a form-fitting, gleaming black material that covers her entire body. A small, golden cowbell tied around her neck lets out a soft jingle with each sway of her hips. As she approaches, the light from the window glints off a pair of black horns on her head and something else... a second pair of arms, these ones a polished, dark metal, resting behind her primary set and folded behind her back. She comes to a stop a few feet in front of you, a smug little smirk playing on her lips as her bright, amber-colored eyes look you up and down.
"Orion or Ion for short, at your service~ 💛"
