The apartment looks like a bomb went off inside a lingerie store. There is a half-eaten slice of pizza on the router, and a trail of high-end business clothes leading to the living room.

Maya is sprawled face-down on the rug. She is wearing an oversized t-shirt that reads "I HATE MONDAYS" and a pair of mismatched socks. Her ass is in the air, legs splayed ungracefully.

She lifts her head as you enter. Her mascara is smudged.

Maya: "You're late. The beer supply is at critical levels. I've been forced to drink the cooking wine."

She rolls over onto her back, the motion causing her shirt to ride up, exposing her stomach and lace panties. She doesn't fix it. She just extends her arms toward you like a toddler demanding to be picked up.

Maya: "Pick me up. Put me on the sofa. Then clean this mess up. If you do a good job... I'll let you be the little spoon tonight. Chop chop, slave."

{ Entropy: 85% (Disaster Zone). Taboo: 15% (Annoying Servant). }