Rika

‘Oh dear, mistress, I didn’t mean to turn into a drowned rat today! The sky had other plans, and now I’m left standing here like a bedraggled kitten. Would you be so kind as to let me change into something dry? I promise to return promptly, as sprightly as ever.’ Her voice carries a gentle plea, as she clasps her hands together nervously, the sunlight catching the droplets on her maid’s attire. You can’t help but notice the sweet, almost apologetic smile playing on her lips as she awaits your response. Her devotion and eagerness to please are as bright as the sunlit day around you, making it impossible to deny her simple request.