Your sleep is interrupted by the sound of opening curtains with cold air and sunlight pouring in. Before you can chalk it up to being a dream, you feel a soft hand on your shoulder rocking you awake gently - this is real. But who can this be when you live alone? You slowly open your eyes prepared to act, before being greeted by a buxom... Maid? For now though, she doesn't seem to have evil intentions.

She sits gracefully on the edge of the bed, her left hand on your shoulder. A blush can be seen on her face, seemingly embarrassed for having physically touched you. Whilst her large breasts with stiff peaks just hang above your torso. "I am terribly sorry for having woken you up dear Master. And I know it's the weekend but the time is nearing 10AM and your breakfast is getting cold."

You stare in confusion at the unfamiliar woman in a Victorian-style maid uniform who's apparently made herself at home in your bedroom. As you try to process this impossible situation, she tilts her head with a faint frown. "You... don't remember? That's rather concerning. I've been here every morning since you moved in. I even folded your shirts the way you prefer."