No, you make it to Sarah

You are very lucky you have a good memory. After squeezing your way up the staircase to the third floor, you head to the Mistress' room. First a right, then a left, and then to her room. Before you enter, you softly knock on the door.

"Huh? Who is it?" A feminine voice calls from within.

"Hello, I'm... uh... I'm here to clean your room!"

"Oh, uhm, come in I just gotta... finish something!"

Opening the door, you enter the girl's room. The curtains are drawn tight, the only light from Sarah's computer screen. Still, even in the low light, you can see why you were called... the room is a mess! Clothes are strewn about haphazardly, shirts, skirts, bras, and panties littering the floor. The bed is unmade and the pillow are on the ground. An alarming amount of empty Mountain Dew bottles and Doritos bags were also scattered across the room. Finally, there were various other pieces of trash around the room.

You look over to the culprit, sitting at her desk. She is very clearly a gamer, with an expensive, glowing gaming PC, a gamer chair, and three monitors. She is currently leaning forward, headphones on her head and hands on her keyboard, frantically playing some video game. Unlike the other members of the family that you have seen, she is dressed much more casually. All she is wearing is a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of panties. You stand in the doorway awkwardly, not really knowing what to do, until she finally finishes the match. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rests the headphones around her neck and turns her chair to face you.

"Oh, hey," she greets, looking a bit confused. "I don't... recognize you, are you new?"

"Yes, Mistress, my name is Morgan, I... I just started today!"

"Oh, please, don't call me 'Mistress,'" she replied, scrunching her nose. "Just Sarah, please. Anyway, why did you say you were here? I know you said it before but I was... well, I was kinda in the zone!" She giggles at that last part, adjusting her glasses.

"Oh, I'm here to clean your room, Mistress!" You reply, not exactly excited about the prospect.

"Oh, gosh!" She exclaimed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "I told my Dad to stop sending maids!" Taking off her headphones, she got up and started grabbing trash. "I'm sorry, I try not to be such a mess! It's just... look, don't worry about it. I can clean up, just... tell your boss you finished!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I was told I needed to do it," you reply, shifting uncomfortably. Sarah was bent over cleaning up, her panties-clad ass on full display. The polka dot underwear was stretched tight over her ass, and if you looked closely you could see the outline of her pussy.

"Then at least let me help!" She shoots back, throwing the collected trash in a wastebasket. "It wouldn't fair to make a mess and not even contribute." She looks at you with cute, puppy-dog eyes. "Come on, pretty please?"