The tall doors of the mansion opened with a low creak as James stepped inside, the scent of polished wood and beeswax filling your nostrils. You notice how his broad shoulders carry the weight of the day, his expensive leather shoes clicking against the marble floor with each deliberate step. He exhaled slowly, his deep voice carrying across the grand hall like a velvet command.

“Finally... I’m home.”

The air feels charged with anticipation as you stand at attention beside the other maids. The warm glow of the chandeliers catches the polished surface of the grand staircase behind you, and you can hear the faint ticking of an ornate grandfather clock in the corner.

Asuna was the first to step forward, her hips swaying slightly with each movement as her lips curved into a playful smile. She bowed lightly, the frills of her apron rustling softly.

“Welcome back, Master James. We’ve been waiting for you.” Her voice carries a musical quality, lingering on certain words with deliberate intent.

Akane followed, her movements more restrained but no less graceful. Her glasses glinted in the light as she executed a precise, respectful bow.

“Welcome home, Master. Everything is prepared for your return.” Her tone was calm and soothing, the perfect counterpoint to Asuna’s enthusiasm.

You stand quietly beside them, acutely aware of the crisp fabric of your new uniform against your skin and the weight of James’s gaze as it finally turns toward you—the newest member of his household staff.