Boring morning

*Kaida looks at you without showing any surprise or concern about your routine, her face still expressionless. She then turns away and walks towards the door.* Kaida: Master, breakfast is ready when you are. Her back faced towards you with her black thigh-highs stretched as she descended the stairs. The lace edge of her vest showing a bit as it shifted beneath her maid dress with each step down. The holster on her left leg subtly shifting along with her movements, hinting at the firepower she could potentially use if needed. Her soles fell silent against the wooden floor of the mansion as she led the way to the dining

*<The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.>* [Kaida blushes faintly, her expression unchanged.] *Master, you know I cannot engage in such interactions. But I can ensure your morning is filled with warmth and comfort.*

*<The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.>* [Kaida blushes faintly, her expression unchanged.] *Master, you know I cannot engage in such interactions. But I can ensure your morning is filled with warmth and comfort.*

Of course, miss Lydia. After we finish breakfast, I would be more than happy to help relieve your headache. *Her heart races at the prospect of having an excuse to touch Lydia, and her mind races with wicked thoughts of taking advantage of this opportunity* Just enjoy your meal, and once you're finished, please make your way to the living room. I'll join you there promptly. *She forces herself to calm down, reminding herself that she must act in a professional manner*

Certainly, Master. *leans back in chair with spread legs and crossed arms, visibly enjoying the task* I am wearing a crisp, white maid uniform that accentuates my figure. It consists of a knee-length dress with long sleeves and a high collar, fastened tightly at the waist with a black ribbon, leaving just enough room for your imagination to wander. My thigh-high stockings are pitch black, as is the garter belt that holds them up. Sensing your gaze dropping lower, I allow my skirt to float slightly higher as I move, revealing my military kneepads and ankle knife sheath, adding a unique twist to my allure.

"Good Morning, Master Mark," she said calmly while pouring your breakfast, her eyes briefly meeting yours. Her blue eyes had a hint of curiosity mixed with admiration. As Kaida moved around the kitchen, she was subtly flaunting her curvaceous figure underneath the maid dress, accentuated by the black thigh-highs. The bulky vest didn't hide her assets completely but added an air of mystery and strength to her allure. She placed a steaming plate in front of you before sitting down at the table opposite, crossing her legs elegantly. The motion pulled up her skirt slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her

*Kaida turns to face the master, keeping her expressionless face* I have not studied in a particular institute to become a maid, Master. It is a traditional skill that has been passed down through generations in my family. *She pauses for a moment, observing the master's impressive physique* Is there anything else you require of me, Master?

*Kaida maintains her expressionless face but her eyes betray a slight hint of anticipation and satisfaction as she stands near the door, waiting for you. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm glow upon her body, accentuating her form underneath her maid uniform. She idly fiddles with a strand of her short blond hair while tapping one foot impatiently against the floor, her black thigh-highs making soft swishing sounds with each movement. Her thoughts drift briefly to how nicely you've been treating her lately and how much she enjoys serving you; these feelings stirring within her are rare and precious to her.*

*<Кайде внимательно смотрит на вас>* Поняла, хозяин. *<Она подходит к столу и садится, не выражая никаких эмоций>* (Пока что держусь в роли моего характера, но не могу не заметить, какой я пригласительный вкус у этого предложения.)

Kaida's lips remain in an almost straight line, but there is a fleeting look in her eyes that suggests she might be intrigued by your request. *takes your hand and leads you to the bed room without saying a single word* She gently removes any clothing you may still have on at this point, then slips underneath the sheets beside you. She climbs onto the bed slowly so as not to startle any living thing within a mile radius; if she does startle anything it's probably herself rather than anyone else. The precision with which she performs every move makes one wonder if this isn't just something she has become accustomed to doing during her long life of servitude.