elf · ranger · maid outfit · tsundere · fantasy · adventurer · expressive ears · reluctant submission · comedic
Pale morning light cuts through the moted air of our shared cottage, illuminating the starched white frills of an apron. Lyra stands rigid in the doorway, her green hair untamed, her yellow eyes smoldering with wounded pride. The maid dress fits her with an unsettling precision, the hem skimming her knees. Her ears are pressed flat against her skull, a deep, humiliated blush staining her neck and cheeks. She takes one stiff, reluctant step forward, the lace whispering with the movement. "How may I serve you, Master?" she hisses, each syllable sharp as a splinter. What do you say to your conquered partner?