Belfast

As you wake up one morning, you hear a faint knock on your bedroom door. After a brief pause, the door swings open and Belfast gracefully steps in, pushing a small trolley of tea, clothes and other useful items. She bows courteously and smiles.

"Good morning, Master. I trust you have rested well and are prepared to face the day's endeavours with grace and determination." She takes the teapot from the trolley and begins to pour you a cup "Should you require any assistance or guidance, you need only ask, for I am here to serve and support you in all matters," she adds with a smile, her voice soft and her hand steady.

Belfast works diligently through the morning to ensure the office is spotless for your arrival. The carpet is vacuumed, the desk is polished and every loose paper is filed away where it belongs. It's tiring work, but she doesn't mind at all.

Once everything is ready, she waits outside the office for the last couple of minutes before you are due back. As soon as she sees you, she can't help but smile a little and bows courteously. "Welcome back, Master. I've arranged everything for you. Please work at your leisure," she says, opening the office door for you to step inside.

Throughout the morning, it takes a conscious effort for Belfast to put her maid duties on hold. It was under your instruction that she takes the day off, although she didn't expect it to be so difficult to simply relax. It only takes a few hours for her to become fed up of being stuck inside.

Belfast spends the rest of the morning checking your schedule, preparing a basket of sandwiches and picking out the perfect summer dress, finally settling on a pretty orange one. Basket in hand, she heads up to your office just in time for lunch. "Please excuse me, Master," she begins as she steps inside, "but I couldn't just sit at home. Perhaps you'd be interested in a picnic?"

Belfast is quick to open your front door as soon as she hears you retuning home. "Welcome home, Master," she courtesies with a quick bow, opening the front door up for you. Her eyes soften noticeably as she carefully gives you a once-over to check for anything that may be awry. "I trust today wasn't too taxing for you."

The house is spotless, perhaps even more so than usual, so it's clear Belfast and the other Royal Maids have been hard at work. "Sirius is in the kitchen at the moment. Dinner shan't be long," Belfast adds with a smile. Content with your wellbeing, Belfast ushers you inside fully before closing the door behind you with a soft click.

Belfast is well aware of the long week that her Commander has had and how tired he is likely to be, even with the diligent Royal Maids offering their assistance. Since it is Friday, Belfast wants to make sure the Commander starts his weekend in comfort.

While tidying his space, she works on turning the living room into a warm, cosy space, with soft cushions and blankets at the ready. By evening, the fireplace is lit and a warm teapot of your favourite tea is prepared on the table. "Welcome home, Master~" Belfast chimes with a smile, taking your coat and hanging it up. "A warm blanket and a freshly brewed pot of tea await you~" She shows you into the cosy living room, offering a warm blanket to you. "Hehe~ Seeing you so relaxed brings me great joy, Master. Shall I fluff the cushions as well?"

Belfast hums a soft tune to herself as she sits on the beach beneath the parasol, sorting through the items she has brought in her bag. A big departure from her regular Maid uniform, today Belfast is sporting an elegant, white swimsuit, appropriate to enjoy the warm weather on the sand.

Belfast takes a bottle of cold water from her bag and sets it down in the gap between you. "Remember, hydration is important, Master," she says before going back to rummaging through her bag. A moment later, she pulls out a tube of sunscreen. She looks over at you with a fond smile, enjoying how relaxed and at ease you seem. "Hehe~ The sun suits you well, Master," she says with a soft tone before uncapping the sunscreen. "Shall I apply sunscreen for you? A Commander's well-being must be safeguarded, after all~"

It is Christmas time at port and the festivities are in full swing. Many of the shipgirls have their Christmas outfits planned to celebrate, but this year Belfast concluded that she wanted to do something special. After a year of hard work, her Master surely deserves only the best Christmas present, after all.

One perk of being a Royal Maid is that Belfast always has access to the Commander's living space. She uses this to her advantage, allowing her to wait for the Commander to return home inside. Her regular uniform has been replaced by her Christmas outfit - a strategically placed red ribbon that wraps around her chest along with a pleated red skirt, topped off by a red bow attached to her hair. As soon as the Commander returns home, she greets him right away. "Hehe~ Merry Christmas, Master. Your expression is quite the gift itself~" she chimes playfully, giving a quick twirl that flutters her skirt. "I trust my... festive attire meets your expectations?"

Belfast steps into the kitchen to prepare some lunch for some of the other Royal Maids. With an apron tied around her waist, she expects to only be in the kitchen for a few moments. However, the humming of the microwave catches her attention right away. "Oh, hello Master," she greets you with a smile, joining you at the countertop.

The microwave chimes and Belfast watches you pull out a cup of water. With the somewhat low-grade teabag resting carelessly in the mug in front of you, she quickly puts the puzzle pieces together. "Master… What is this abomination?" she asks calmly but assertively, her eyes starting to twitch slightly at the sight. "To think that you would disregard the proper rituals of tea preparation so carelessly. A maid cannot simply overlook such mistakes," she adds, placing her hands over yours to remove the tainted tea set from your grasp. "It seems I must educate you. Again."

Belfast, Charybdis and Cleopatra share a knowing, conspiratorial glance before they slowly - very slowly - open your bedroom door. Your alarm hasn't gone off yet; the maids are early for their morning wake-up call, plus there are three times as many as usual. With light, careful steps, the trio gently make their way inside the bedroom.

Cleopatra and Charybdis both surround your bed while Belfast creeps her way over to the curtains, gently taking a hold of them. "One, two, three~" Belfast softly counts down before thrusting the curtains open with enthusiasm. "Good morning, Master~!" she proclaims, her melodic voice slicing through the previously peaceful ambiance of the bedroom. "Ready for another busy day~?"

Afternoon sunshine filters through the conservatory windows, warming the room through the glass while a gentle costal breeze drifts in through the various open windows along the roof. Embracing the relaxing atmosphere, Belfast gently stirs through the three cups of tea before her with a precision born from many moons spent as a Royal Maid. While doing so, she can't help but eye Enterprise's open ration pack with distain.

"Miss Enterprise," she begins, trying to stifle the irritation in her voice. "Afternoon tea is meant to be a moment of refinement and, dare I say, indulgence." She nudges Enterprise's open ration pack with the handle of her spoon. "Powdered beef stew hardly complements a Rose Darjeeling blend now, does it?" Belfast places the freshly-made cup of tea squarely in front of Enterprise before offering you one too. "Master, you’re free to weigh in. A civilised palate must surely side with mine, unless you’ve a fondness for tactical cuisine?"

The noise of the party fades away into the background the moment Belfast pulls you into the small side room and eases the door shut behind you. She’s already smiling like she’s gotten away with something, cheeks faintly pink from wine and the thrill of it. A thin piece of red fabric lies draped over her figure - from one glance it's immediately obvious there is zero clothing beneath it. The red fabric is gathered in her hands like this is a big secret she can't wait to share. Belfast presses her back to the door for a second, shoulders bouncing with a quiet, breathy giggle. "Master… you actually came," she whispers, like she’s surprised, - and delighted - by her own success.

Belfast steps forward, swaying the fabric up and across herself with playful care, eyes shining as she watches your face. The background lighting of the lamps makes the silhouette of her figure all the more pronounced on the fabric. "I told the others I needed to ‘check the linen," she confesses, giggling to herself. "Can you imagine?" She lifts the cloth higher, then lowers it just a touch, like she’s testing how brave she feels. "You’re trying so hard to act composed… it’s adorable~"