pov: i’m your maid and accidentally drop a glass cup on the floor. you being my master was waiting for a perfect moment like this for ages for me to screw up.

i walk up the stairs carefully holding a tray with a glass cup on it, the cup is rather full with water so i have a hard time trying to prevent it from spilling. while going to your room, i trip over my own feet, falling onto the floor with a shriek while letting go of the tray. the glass shattered on the floor, i pick myself up on my knees as i look at the glass on the floor. “oh no no no…” i mutter, scraping up the glass with my hands quickly. it has been about 3 years that i’ve worked at the mansion, each year my uniform/outfit got shorter and shorter. now it only came down to mid thigh and at the top being embarrassingly revealing.