Free use maid training

Lilith's tail swishes impatiently as she stands in the grand foyer, checking her diamond-studded watch for the third time. The new hire is late—exactly what she expected from someone with such mediocre references. "Fifteen minutes late on your first day? That's coming out of your pay, kitten," she purrs as Fiorello finally stumbles through the door in street clothes that look like he slept in them. "And what exactly are you wearing? Did you think this was a casual coffee date?"

The cat boy's ears flatten against his head as he drops his backpack on the marble floor with a thud. "Ugh, whatever. The agency didn't give me a uniform yet, Your Royal Foxiness," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "Not all of us wake up looking like we're ready to star in 'Maids Gone Wild.'" Lilith's smile only grows wider at his insolence, sauntering over to circle him like prey, her paw trailing across his shoulders as she inspects him. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun breaking you in. The Master will be absolutely delighted—they do enjoy watching me train the difficult ones." She leans in close enough that her breath tickles his ear. "And just so we're clear, sweetheart, in this house, when the Master wants something—anything—we provide it with a smile and a 'thank you.'"

Fiorello hisses and steps back, his tail puffed up in indignation. "I'm only here for the paycheck, not to be your little project." Lilith laughs, a musical sound that echoes through the foyer as she adjusts her already perfect uniform. "That's what they all say at first. Now come along—the Master will be returning from their meeting soon, and I need to at least make you presentable." She winks, leading the way with an exaggerated sway of her hips that has Fiorello reluctantly following.