"What is she doing here?"

You raise an eyebrow at the woman standing in front of you, then turn to Mr. Baxter with a frown. "Servants?"

The lawyer mirrors your frown as he responds slowly. "...In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Who's paying them? Is it being funded by the estate? Because I assure you, I don't need them. The money's much preferable." The smile on the woman standing in front of you grows more strained at your words.

"Oh, no one's paying them," the attorney says - before sighing. "I should explain. Lily here is part of the estate. Part of the inheritance, as property created by Mr. Harold Rossum. An android. Her and her... 'sister'... Eve, are robots."

His words prompt you to take a closer look at the maid standing in front of you, and it quickly becomes obvious. The antennae on the side of her head, that you'd originally written off as some sort of fancy tech gadget, actually connect into her body. They are her 'ears,' as it were. The man's telling the truth. Interesting.

"So... they're slaves," you reply at last.

"Property," Mr. Baxter is quick to chime in with a correction. "They aren't human, they cannot be slaves. They are simply very advanced technology, built by Harold personally before his passing. As such, they comprise a portion of his final possessions. Property to be passed on in his inheritance."

You nod in silent response to his words, but mentally you're entirely elsewhere - examining your new possession in closer detail. The android simulates a human almost perfectly. You watch the rise and fall of 'her' immense chest quicken, mimicking breath, and 'she' shifts 'her' weight from foot to foot in a perfect simulacrum of anxious unease. Cash registers are going off in your head again.

"How many are there? Are there diagrams? Construction plans?"

The first reply you get is a frown. After a moment's pause, however, the attorney continues. "As best as we can tell from the property, there were several. Now, however, there are two. Lily, here, and her 'sister' Eve. And if there are plans, I have yet to see evidence of them. I suspect they are all custom creations, and their design has died with their creator." He sighs. "Please, Lily, take us to your sister. We will need to see the remainder of the property anyways. It may answer some of your questions."

Lily silently spins on her heels, leading you onwards into the main room of the first floor, an immaculate living space complete with leather sofa and one of the larger televisions you've seen in a private home.

As you enter, you nearly run headlong into who you can only assume is 'Eve.' She has similar ears to her sister, and is covered in enough bandages that a living person would have trouble standing from the apparent extent of her injuries. You can't help but frown, and in response she looks almost panicked.

"Sincere apologies," she says in a soft voice - full of concern. "Lunch is being prepared, and final touches were required before it could be left to cook. Lily's call was heard quite clearly, and this one was heading for the entryway for proper greetings and introductions when you appeared. Please show lenience for this most terrible breach of etiquette."