Commission for  yowza, who also wrote the story to go with it.


“This one?” The young, fairly tall maid asks over the rattle of cleaning supplies as she pushes the cart up to the door her superior stopped by, absentmindedly smoothing down her knee-length skirt with her plain-white gloved hands.

“This one.” The older, slightly shorter and sterner head maid of the mansion confirms with a curt, almost gruff nod and promptly opens the door inwards, stepping inside in a single go and without another word, ankle-length skirts swishing softly. This is nothing out of the ordinary for either of them. They have worked in tandem like this so many times already and despite the somewhat curious circumstances surrounding the reason they are cleaning this one, the Lady of the mansion instructed that this room should be tidied up just like any other.

And as the steadfast and loyal head maid of this mansion, she has properly informed her younger colleague just as such. It is her duty after all.

The younger maid meanwhile grabs a feather duster from the cart and follows her superior inside, a mere step behind. They have done this routine many times already, and while it was a tad shaky at first, she is finding it becoming more and more second nature to her for each passing day.


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