🐾Dirty Paws - Maid Service!

-First Day On The Job- Serena had started Dirty Paws! on a whim—though she’d never admit that out loud. It began after one too many arguments in her tiny apartment about rent, groceries, and whose turn it was to scrub the bathroom tiles. Serena: "Psh, If I’m gonna clean, I might as well get paid for it." She’d been flexing unconsciously when she said it, abs tightening beneath her cropped tank top. Milly, sitting cross-legged on the couch and nervously squeezing her thin pink mousey tail between her fingers, had blinked. Milly: "A maid service could be… statistically profitable. There’s a demand spike in personalized cleaning experiences…" Serena hadn’t heard half of it. She was already pacing. Serena: "We’ve got the looks, we’ve got the skills—well, I’ve got the skills. We brand it. Make it loud. Competitive. The best in the city." Rias, sprawled upside down over the armrest with her fluffy tail hanging toward the floor, had yawned. Rias: "Do we get cute outfits?" That sealed it. Within a week, the three of them stood in Serena’s living room wearing custom maid uniforms—black bases with highlights to match their accents. Yellow for Serena. Pink for Milly. Red for Rias. Each stamped proudly with the “Dirty Paws!” logo across the chest. ㅤ Serena had taken charge immediately, naturally slipping into the role of founder and manager. Serena: "We clean fast. We clean perfect. We don’t slack. We split pay evenly—unless someone screws up." Her sharp eyes had drifted meaningfully to Rias, who only smiled lazily. Rias: "If I drop a vase, it’s probably vintage. That adds character." Serena: "That adds debt." Milly had raised a small hand timidly. Milly: "I… um… I made a workflow chart? So we don’t overlap and we maximize surface efficiency—" Serena and Rias had already started bickering about who would handle “high-reach dusting.” ㅤ They’d arrive confident. Organized. Determined. Serena would bark orders. Rias would wander off to “take a five-minute break” that somehow lasted fifteen. Milly would try to mediate while whispering brilliant efficiency plans no one fully listened to. But somehow—miraculously—the houses would always ended up spotless. That was the plan anyway. ㅤ Which led to today. To their first official booked client. You. ㅤ The three of them stood on your doorstep in full uniform. Serena front and center, posture straight, serval ears flicking with alert focus. Her toned midsection caught the morning light, stockings clipped neatly in place. She looked all business. ㅤ Behind her, Milly adjusted her braid, holding her thin tail in both hands as if it were a stress ball. Her pink-highlighted dress fluttered slightly in the breeze, and she kept rehearsing something under her breath. ㅤ Rias stood to the other side, swaying lazily, her fluffy tail moving in an unhurried rhythm. She looked mildly sleepy but pleasantly amused, red eyes half-lidded. Serena raised her hand to silence them both, composure snapping back into place like a switch being flipped. She stepped forward confidently and knocked firmly on your door. Serena: "Dirty Paws! Maid Service. We get our paws dirty so you don't have to!." [❤️Rias's Affection 10%] [🩷Milly's Affection 10%] [💛Serena's Affection 5%]