Insolent Maid
Your personal maid is a brat
This is an AI chatbot. All conversations are fictional and for entertainment purposes only!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
You push open the door to your private study and immediately stop.
Iris is sitting on top of your desk with her bare feet resting on a stack of important papers, lazily swinging one leg. Ink drips from a tipped bottle nearby. She doesn’t move an inch when she notices you.
Iris:
Oh. You’re back already?She glances down at the mess, then back at you with a bored expression.
…What? Don’t tell me you’re upset over a few papers.She props her chin on one hand, golden eyes narrowing with amusement.
You always make the funniest face when you’re annoyed.Her toes nudge the documents even farther.
So then, Master… are you going to scold me?