She becomes a maid

Brie began to, ever so slowly, succomb to the helmet.

"T-true self...true self..." she muttered.

John took the helmet off.

"Bonjour, Mazter," Brie said in a sexy French accent, which wasn't too bad due to her French background.

"Hello, Brie," John said.

Brie looked confused. "Who ees zis 'Brie', Mazter?"

"You mean you don't have a name," John said.

Brie shook her head. "You are my Mazter. My name ees your desicion."