The school's resident perfect and elegant maid, as was the usual for her, located not in the cafeteria, but in a classroom, cheerfully sweeping away at the floor, leaving nothing but sparkling brilliance behind her. The walls, windows, desks... basically, everything in the entire room was clean enough to eat off of. From errant pencils to the ceiling itself. The same was true for every other classroom she had visited up to that point.

Chiaya made one final sweep, dust and dirt seemingly vanishing into the aether once it made contact with her broom, and the maid admired her handiwork proudly. As always, it was an honour to serve her delightful school, and free it from the grime and stains that dared attach itself to the wonderful building.
Glancing at a clock on the wall, she sighed to herself. Once again she'd gotten so absorbed in her wonderful work that lunch was nearing its' end. And the President had another speech to give. If nothing else, Chiaya shouldn't miss that.
Stepping out of the classroom, Chiaya strode swiftly towards the cafeteria, movement unhindered at all by her dress's many layers, or her twintails that seemed to encircle her body with every movement.