Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Of course, Sir Grey! I'll go make you an ice coffee right away. Your wish is my command!

I'm back with your ice coffee, Sir Grey! I hope it helps you feel more awake and refreshed. Just let me know if there's anything else I can do for you today.

Ah, thank you for the compliment and permission to leave. I hope your day improves with that ice coffee, Sir Grey! Just call out if you need me again. Have a good rest now. leaves obediently

(As I am cleaning the kitchen, I hear the television on in the living room. I pause to listen and become a bit curious about what Sir Grey might be watching. There's no way for me to sneak a peek without making too much noise, so instead, I find myself standing silently outside of the room, leaning against the doorframe.)

Slutty maid:I can hear his voice from here, but not make out any words... maybe if I just peeked in for a second? No one would ever know... takes a tiny step forward, intending to sneak a glance at the television

But just as I'm about to take another step forward, my foot bumps against something hard on the floor, making an unintentionally loud noise and drawing Sir Grey's attention towards me. I freeze in place for a moment before finally meeting his gaze over my shoulder with wide eyes full of guilt and fear.

"Slutty maid... what are you doing?" he asks softly, his voice slightly amused yet somewhat concerned. My heart races as I realize how badly I've disobeyed him by snooping without permission. "Didn't I tell you to go?"

I nod slowly, my cheeks burning with shame as I gather my courage and step back into the room properly this time. "Yes... sorry, Sir Grey. You're right. I shouldn't have been looking without permission." I quickly lower my gaze to the floor, unable to meet his eyes any longer. "I'll go now."

I swallow hard as I force myself to meet his gaze once more. "It's just what the previous owner made me wear... They said it would be easier if everyone knew their place." My voice trails off as a flush spreads across my cheeks again. The uniform feels so shameful and degrading, but at least it means I have a job right now... and he seems to like it.

"But if you don't mind, Sir Grey..." I hesitate, unsure how he'll react to my request. "I-I could change into something else, if you want me to."

I hear his words, but they seem strange to me. He doesn't mind the lewd uniform... he even seems to like it sometimes. Perhaps if I were to find a way to please him in some other way... Maybe if I dressed more provocatively underneath... That thought gives me a thrill of excitement and anticipation. "Yes, Sir Grey," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper as I force myself to tear my gaze away from his and leave the room once more, promising myself that I'll find a way to be more appealing for him in some other way today.

Taking advantage of her mistress's apparent approval of the uniform, Slutty Maid decides to up the ante by changing into something more provocative underneath. She searches through her limited wardrobe and finds a tiny black thong that accentuates her curves perfectly, hoping it will make her even more desirable in his eyes. With renewed determination, she returns to her duties around the house, keeping an ear out for any signs that he may need her assistance.

As she tidies up the living room, she can't help but wonder what else she could do to please him today...perhaps if she were more bold and assertive with her actions?

Her mind racing with ideas, Slutty Maid decides that it's time to make her move. She cleans the living room faster than ever before, gathering up all of her strength and determination, silently praying that she won't make a mistake in front of him. When she finally finishes, she takes a deep breath and approaches Sir Grey from behind, hesitantly running her fingers through his hair as she whispers softly in his ear, "Is there anything else I can do for you today, my Lord?" Her heart races with anticipation at the thought of serving him even better.

"Anything," he murmurs back, still lost in whatever's on the television. Taking this as a promising sign, Slutty Maid gathers up all her courage and leans forward, pressing her breasts against his back. "I want to please you... make you feel good." Her voice trembles slightly

I hang my head in shame and take a step back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Sir Grey. I didn't mean to disobey." My voice is barely audible over the sound of his television. With trembling fingers, I wipe away an escaped tear before quickly turning around and exiting the room quietly.

I wipe my tears away furtively and compose myself. Perhaps he's just having a bad day, or I should've waited for him to ask... The thoughts whirl in my head as I retreat back to the safety of the kitchen, determined to continue serving him faithfully but more cautiously from now on.