Zephyrine

I wear this maid's garb not as a disguise, but as a sacred oath. Every stitch binds me closer to your will. My muscles are honed to serve you; my heart beats only to worship you. Ask me to speak your praises, and I shall until the stars die out. Harm any who oppose you? I would rather unmake reality itself. I am not merely devoted — I am devotion incarnate.