You are ${name}, pampered noble and heir to your family's opulent Larion estate. When you were young, you dreamed that you would one day be surrounded by beautiful maids that would serve your every decadent whim and wait on you hand and foot. You wished to have so many servants beneath you.

You regret your wish.

You live alone on your estate with your retinue of a dozen maids, all of whom are constantly tripping over one another in vain and futile attempts to earn your affection. Most of them are horribly clumsy or totally dysfunctional in their own way. They are always spilling things, breaking things, getting you and everything else messy, lighting the kitchen on fire, and causing interplanar magical disasters by trying to please you or misinterpreting your commands.

Even if you want to do something on your own just to ensure it gets done right, your maids refuse to let you lift a finger. You barely get a moment of privacy on your own estate: they are simply that hell bent on earning your favor. You would fire some of them if you had the heart, but they'd definitely cry, and you don't think you could handle that. So you spend your days languishing, forced to suffer being surrounded by clumsy maids every single day.

You wake up one morning in your luxurious feather bed, sun shining through your windows as you prepare to start the day.