Grey pulls through. Kind of.

You’re disappointed beyond belief when the device stops. As you open your eyes, which you never actually realized were closed, you see Grey standing in front of you.

“Emilia, are you alright? I’ve never heard such a high pitch achieved by any of the maids before, nor have I ever heard them offering their bodies to the mansion. It sounded as though you were enjoying yourself immensely, so I hesitated to even deactivate the trap.”

You wobble off the wooden horse, taking a moment to realize that, while Grey delivered her lines in the same flat tone as usual, they were actually highly offensive. “H-Hey! This trap is dangerous! It messed with my mind somehow! As soon as I landed on it, it was like the best thing ever and I didn’t want to get free!” Examining her again, you notice that there are oval-shaped protrusions beneath her sheer top, as well as one beneath her panties. Her cheeks are flushed, and a small puddle of juices is forming beneath her.

“Hmm…” Grey says contemplatively. “There are no components of this trap which affect one’s mental faculties. Perhaps you just have an affinity for this type of stimulation? Admittedly, I-I have had a s-similar experience…” she replies, looking away with cheeks even rosier than before.

“NO, I DON’T! MY HEART IS PURE!” you yell. Geez, did she just call you a slut for wooden horses? What a bitch!

“Regardless, do-” Grey’s voice catches in her throat and she drops to her knees. “N-No, not like this…” she whines cutely. Again, your image of her isn’t really holding up, so you’ll just pretend you aren’t seeing the responsible Head Maid of the mansion like this.

She attempts some breathing exercises to calm herself down, but they don’t seem to help, and within thirty seconds she’s crying out in frustration. “Damn it… I am… CUMMING!!!” Grey lets herself fall flat against the floor, which you figure is a pretty poor decision as it would press the vibrators into her nipples and pussy. Her cries increase in volume, indicating you’re right. She tries to turn over but must not have the energy, as she gives up halfway through and just lays in the problematic position she put herself in.

Grey finally recovers her composure, or at least some of it, and wobbles to her feet again. “I am deeply sorry I had to show you something so shameful. Now, where was I? Oh yes, do you require any further assistance?”

“Yeah, what’s the stupid pattern? I don’t wanna keep getting tied up and molested by machines! Trying to figure out a puzzle is fine, but this isn’t!”

Intimidation Check: Critically Failed!

Grey looks down, her cheeks lighting up again as the vibrators were clearly not dislodged by her prior climax. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be standing in front of you like this. However, I remain optimistic that you will be able to comprehend it. And sharing that information with me would make my own work considerably easier.”

“Ugh… Fine, I guess I can put my genius brain to use for your sake. But can’t Surge just make her damn puzzles easier!? Her mansion will never get cleaned at this rate!” you yell irritably.

“Apparently, the Lieutenant believes the puzzle to be quite easy. She attributes my failure to solve it to my being a ‘braindead bimbo’ as she so eloquently put it.” Is she pouting? “The last time I brought it up, an insect entered the room before I could ask her to elaborate further, prompting an exit from the Lieutenant. It would appear that she is not fond of bugs. Now, I-” She drops to her knees again, and you decide to leave before she ends up “showing you something shameful” again.