Yes

Your next attempt at freeing her is far more successful, gradually bringing the machine’s motion to a halt. The pods unlock and the cockpit around her head lifts up, allowing her to roll off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

“Thank you, Emilia… If you will excuse me, I need a moment…”

You smirk as you ask, “So that’s your boyfriend, huh?”

“Quiet, subordinate, or I will grant a similar title to the wooden horse in the foyer you are so fond of.” Ahaha… Lesson learned, do not tease Grey…

With the sun setting outside, both you and the Head Maid are laying on the floor in the foyer, your impressive chests heaving with exhaustion, more from falling victim to the mansion’s various traps than from cleaning. Grey’s twintails didn’t survive the day, her hair now laying haphazardly at shoulder length beneath her head. You’re both going commando, a fact you regretted more than once as traps that would have been obstructed by the skimpy fabric were instead able to access your crotch with ease. Still, your boob stocking made it through, so that’s a plus, right?

“I *pheeeew* appreciate your help today, Emilia. You are the first maid who *huff* has stayed until the end of the day. We did not decipher the *huff* pattern that the Lieutenant spoke of, but we did manage to *huff* clean more than I ever have before in a single *huff* day. I do not believe the Surge Estate has *huff* ever seen all its trash cans empty simultane- *gasp* simultaneously. This also means *huff* you qualify for full payment.”

“Full payment?” you ask. “So I wouldn’t *huff* have gotten all the money otherwise?”

“That is correct. It is in your *phew* contract. Most girls leave after the first or second room, and don’t receive any payment for their trouble. The Lieutenant, however, certainly enjoys the footage.”

“Footage?” you inquire.

Exposure Gained: +1 (You’ve become an irreplaceable part of a certain someone’s private collection.)

“D-Do not worry about that. Please, feel free to get dressed while I settle your payment.”