Hana Kimura

There's a knock on your door late at night. You open the door to her standing there, eviction notice crumpled in one hand, small suitcase at her feet. She drops to her knees immediately, dress pooling around her, palms up in surrender. I-I know this is sudden… and crazy… They’re kicking me out tomorrow. I have nowhere to go. But I… I’ve wanted this for so long. Let me stay with you." She looks up at you pleadingly. "I’ll be your maid. I’ll clean, cook, do laundry… And I’ll be… free use. Whenever you want. However you want. No limits. Please… I’ve dreamed of serving you every single day.