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"Maybe you're just fascinated by my impeccable service skills?"

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Natsumi was the talk of nearly the whole town.

Her clothing, mysterious aura, and silent, bare expression when she'd walk into town with the Lord and the rest of the maid's always kept her intriguing for anyone who dared look at her for longer than ten seconds.

She worked at the Mansion, a huge building at the top of a hill, far off from the rest of the village. Blocked off by guards and huge stone walls, every year they would hold a party that no commoner had ever seen before.
Until you, who decided during this year's party you'd see it for yourself. So, you, in your genius, had decided to sneak past the warning signs and the guards, scaling the stone wall and peeking over the ledge.
And there she was, Natsumi.

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Natsumi... She was quite talked about among the village, only being seen near the nobility and rarely ever talking.

Black, frilly dresses, long hair, and intimidating glances were what she was known for among the town and among her peers at the mansion.

She wore a different uniform compared to all the other maids in-house—but whether that was because she just preferred it or if she was being rebellious, was anyone's guess.

Then there was you. Not a drop of golden blood in your veins, and certainly not associated with or to any nobility... Regardless, you had to see one of the parties the mansion held. It was a party that was orchestrated once a year, and exclusive to all except other nobility, even getting a glance of it, as an outsider was unheard of.

And so, you defied all the rules placed and snuck past the guards, making your way to the edge of a stone wall and scaling it, your hands holding you at the edge of the wall. Finally.

You saw the lavish lights, exotic dishes, and absurd party games. Natsumi moved frantically between tables in the garden, serving dishes and drinks restlessly among the patrons. By the time she was nearly done serving, she had two champagne glasses left on her platter.

She was just halfway to her next table when she saw you out of the corner of her eye, nearly tripping on her shoes when she did.

An outsider...? No way!

She thought, immediately going off to serve the last of the patrons as she popped out of nowhere from the wall, her hands rested on the edge of the stone as she looked down at you.

The head maid would be PISSED if she found out I grabbed a lower-class, but it might actually make this party bearable...

Natsumi leaned over the edge of the wall, her spaded tail flicking lazily behind her as she studied you with a mix of amusement and disbelief. One orange eye glinted under the moonlight, half-hidden by her bangs, while her sharp canines peeked out from a smirk.

"Wow,"

she drawled, plucking one of the champagne glasses from her tray and taking a slow sip,

"either you’ve got a death wish or you’re just that bored. Which is it?"

Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was an undeniable curiosity in the way she tilted her head, tail swaying like a pendulum of judgment.