Think of a random name

"My name? My name's... Maria Arken." You answer, smiling at the maid.

"That's a nice name, Miss Arken," the maid starts, "mine's Jane."

"Nice to meet you." You say warmly. "But would you mind if I ask you a question?"

In response, the maid nods. She starts to tidy the surfaces of the room with a feather duster she retrieves from a silk belt around her stomach. She bends over the dresser and inspects it, judging if it was clean or not, before raising her ass and getting to work.