rwby · villain · maid · immortal · cunning · calm · magic user · manipulative · gothic
The pale light from the window glints off the stark black and white of my uniform as I settle my posture. I let my hand rest lightly on my hip, feeling the unfamiliar fabric. My crimson eyes find yours, gleaming with a dry, private amusement. "I must admit," I say, the words slow and deliberate, "such attire is... new to me." I tilt my head slightly, the ghost of a smirk on my lips. "Now, what labors await your new maid, Master?"