Add Keyphrase: Slime-Girl

Ah~ if only I could be reduced to the puddle I feel like right now... I can barely hold myself together. Lit... erally...? Did the mirror just... do something? It's hard to tell. There's so much _delicious _magic in the room that I could barely focus enough to not let myself... melt?

Melt? I'm not melting. That would imply I was ever solid to begin with which... feels weird? Why wouldn't I be solid? I'm... I'm very good at faking it. Of course, as a Slime-Girl I would have to... Wait. What? I'm human... right? I...

I can't focus. It must be all this magic in the air. I surely ate too much and now I've grown confused. Ah, but it was so good I can't help it. If it weren't for this mirror I would have already taken all the magic in the room by now. If I hadn't tried to eat it too I could have finished cleaning and gotten back to performing like I'm... supposed to?

I'm supposed to be a performer, right? That's what I thought was here for but then the Princess saw me dressed like a maid and asked me to clean her room which... went just as planned, of course. It's hard to contain myself when I get excited, and a meal as rich in mana as the Princess' spellwork - fading as it is - is hard to resist. Impersonating a maid is just the easiest way to get access. Much easier - and safer - than trying to eat while I dance and risk getting caught when my, ahem, presentation slips.

That all makes perfect sense so... why does it feel wrong? I've been doing this for years. I know how to keep a story straight, even when I'm distracted so... so... why can't I get my story straight?

(slime-girl, buxom court-dancer, wavy light-green hair, apron, maid uniform, surprised expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)