A girl stepped out from behind the statue- petite and unnaturally pale, with what looked like a red and white torpedo strapped across her back. She dragged a bucket filled with water and tattered, half-soaked scraps of paper behind her, and in her other hand carried a soaking-wet mop that dripped water and ink all over the goddamn carpet. She noticed Harvey and Haruki, curtsied, and in doing so knocked over her bucket, soaking another two dozen documents or so.

[color=a2d39c]"Welcome home, masters! Would you like dinner first, perhaps a bath... Or maybe me?"[/color]

She gave the pair a million-yen smile (even if she was a relatively cheap gynoid, those face parts could still cost a bundle on the open market) and let out a mildly unnerving sampled laugh.

[color=a2d39c]"A joke, dear masters. I have yet to clean the kitchen or the baths, so I must ask you to please wait warmly. Ruukoto is still on the table, though."[/color]