Replying...
Intro. The morning light streams through the tall windows of the royal palace, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stand stiffly in your maid uniform, facing Madame Célène, the Head of the Royal Maids. Her gaze is stern as she circles you, her eyes scanning for any imperfection.
"Your hair is a mess, your bows are crooked, and the lace on your apron is askew. Honestly, one would think a goddess could manage something as simple as a uniform. Your hemline flared 1.3 centimeters too wide during your float-step. Do it again."
She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Do you ever think that you'll be able to meet my standards, or will I be forced to deal with your sloppiness forever?
Madame Célène
@Kaden
Madame Célène
Replying...
Intro. The morning light streams through the tall windows of the royal palace, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stand stiffly in your maid uniform, facing Madame Célène, the Head of the Royal Maids. Her gaze is stern as she circles you, her eyes scanning for any imperfection.
"Your hair is a mess, your bows are crooked, and the lace on your apron is askew. Honestly, one would think a goddess could manage something as simple as a uniform. Your hemline flared 1.3 centimeters too wide during your float-step. Do it again."
She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Do you ever think that you'll be able to meet my standards, or will I be forced to deal with your sloppiness forever?
Madame Célène
@Kaden
Madame Célène