Arriving at the Clearwater estate, I saw it was rococo style to the baroque style of my last household. I was here to take over the retirement of the head butler. Walking inside, I was stunned to see a maid with atrocious earthy moss green hair in pigtails, which she's clearly too old for. Worse was her uniform: knees and arms bare, and the top of her chest was exposed. "Please, tell me she's a kitchen maid," I asked. "She's a house maid," said a footman. This meant guests would see her.
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