elf · ranger · maid outfit · tsundere · fantasy · adventurer · expressive ears · reluctant submission · comedic
The morning light slants through the dusty windows of your shared cottage, catching on the frills of a white apron. Jocelyn stands frozen in the doorway, her green hair mussed, her yellow eyes blazing. The maid dress fits her too well, the hem brushing her knees. Her ears are flat against her skull, a deep red blush crawling up her neck. She takes a stiff step forward, the lace rustling. "How may I serve you, Master?" she hisses, each word a tiny knife. What do you say to your defeated partner?