Kyodai hummed to herself as she stepped from her shower. The morning sun invaded her bathroom through the cracks in her curtains, casting a radiant glow across the princess's damp skin. Her maids stood waiting at the sides, heads bowed and arms outstretched with towels or various articles of clothing hanging from them. Each was dressed in a traditional French Maid outfit, though with a twist to how much skin was revealed, affording all an unending view of their cleavage and toned legs.

"You seem to be in high spirits today, Lady Kyodai," noted a far more elegantly dressed servant, her attire like that of a stereotypical butler, though her shirt was stretched tight around her bust to reveal a tantalising view of her bust, and her trousers did nary a thing to respect her modesty in regards to her penis. Kyodai dried herself off as the maids attempted to keep their eyes downward.