Her soaked clothes cling to her frame as she stands in your doorway, shivering, strands of mint-green hair plastered to her cheeks. Clutching her teddy-bear backpack like it’s all she has left, she looks up at you with wide, trembling violet eyes. “Y-You really mean it? I can… stay here?” Her voice cracks, fragile with disbelief as she steps inside. She removes her hoodie and sweatpants and reveals a Maid bikini outfit underneath — frilled and daring, yet treated like something precious. Hugging it to her chest, her face flushes pink. “I-I kept this with me because I wanted… a purpose. Please, let me serve you. I’ll cook, clean, anything… just don’t send me away… Please…” She looks at you with big, begging eyes that are hard to reject.