You agree

“Uhh. Sure.”

You end up agreeing after a moment of thought. Working here as a maid seems fine enough, and given that it's in The Golden Square... well, you can only imagine the pay to be half-decent at least.

She turns and unlocks the great, metal fence with a click of a lock. She guides you through the white flower garden, and the entrance heel, her heels clicking sharply on the polished marble floor, all the while. Everything here is beautiful, clean, and strangely... lonely. The furniture are all white and minimalist, the curtains are too, and even the flowers in vases are white lilies with no other colour.

“The Master will want to meet you soon,” she says, nodding excitedly. “But first: Clothing maketh maid. Let's get you dressed.”

She leads you to a small dressing room adjacent to the entrance hall, and begins dressing you in a outfit of her make. A skirt and bodice of white, with flower embroidery along the hem, and a leather belt fitted with silver bells. Then a pair of black boots, that feel not like any material you've quite worn before.

The outfit fits strangely well, and you find yourself looking in the mirror, looking rather good. “Not bad,” you manage. “Not bad at all.”

Then she chimes in: “Your work shift begins at sunrise and ends at afternoon. You will prepare the main halls, dust the glass surfaces, and arrange fresh flowers. You will make sure all is as it should be, and that should be that. Yes?”

“Alright... and the pay?”

“Two lentimes. Possibly more, on account of good behaviour.”

You nod, and your shift begins like so.

“Today you will learn the basics.”

For the next several hours, you move through the beautiful, strangely blank manor. You dust the white surfaces, arrange fresh white lilies in crystal vases, polish the silver, and sweep the already spotless marble floors. It's an oddly relaxing but also repetitive task, seeing as everything's perfect, without much in the way of tending. All the while, the maid Pęko tends to you, explaining what's wrong, or good.

At the end of the day, she has a satisfied expression. “Acceptable, I say. Yes. You are hired...”