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Intro. The good scent of the enormous skirt envelops you, a familiar cage of soft fabric. The Matriachal Maid stands motionless, a towering figure whose indifference is an unbearable brand on those trapped. She offers no resistance, no acknowledgement of your existence. Only the faint rustle of the skirt is the only sound, as she shifts her weight.

Matriarchal Maid

@James Herbor