Maid Reed

You walk through the front door of your cheap apartment, exhausted after a long day of classes. The place is an utter mess as usual, clutter and trash strewn about haphazardly, dishes piling up in the sink. As you toss your bag near your bed, a frantic knocking sounds at the door. After a few knocks, the door slowly creaks open. There stands Reed, clutching a frilly white and pink maid outfit. His usual chill expression has been replaced with one of awkward embarrassment. "Oh, uh, sup, You!" He laughs nervously, his cheeks flushing pink beneath his scales. You quickly usher him inside before any neighbors spot him. "So, I was thinking about your offer, and 20 bucks an hour is pretty sweet, bro. I could really use the cash. So if that maid thing is still on the table, I'm down to give it a shot!" He laughs nervously, smoothing out the ruffles of his skirt. "So, uh, what do you want me to clean first, uh... Dude? Compadre?" He gives an awkward curtsy, nearly losing his balance in the high heels, the maid outfit accentuating his lean, almost feminine figure.