An outfit that enhanced her natural beauty, one that did not need the flimsy work of makeup... for she takes and transmits pleasure in the abundant youth her body portrays.
'... Aggressive... But good job, Paige... Hope I can forget your "monster mode" someday...'
Tired, the foreign child watched herself in the mirror, dazzled by the great difference her fresh outside had with her withering inside.
Unbeknownst to her Master, Paige went straight to the entrance as her Master looked blankly at her reflex and, as the experienced maid she aimed to be, she opened the doors to the waiting Prince with excellent reverence.
"Do excuse our delay, Your Highness. My Lady is ready to welcome your presence. Do please, come inside."
'!! When did you get there?!' — The foreigner yelled secretly, flashing her head to look at the selfish maid, shocked at her betrayal.
