A butler stood at the open gate with perfect posture with his gloved hands clasped behind his back. His silver-streaked hair was combed immaculately, and his suit was pressed so cleanly it looked like he'd been summoned out of a catalogue. Four maids flanked him—two on either side—each wearing matching uniforms with frilled collars and black aprons. All four bowed in perfect unison.
"Welcome home, Lady Verdia," they said in sync, voices crisp and professional despite the... unusual sight.
Their eyes, however, told a different story. All of them were frozen in various degrees of wide-eyed alarm, clearly unsure how to process the image before them: their lady dangling over a man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, her legs swaying hopelessly in the air. The worst of it must've been the fact that instead of her face, they were greeted by the sight of her butt.
"I…" one maid blinked. "Pardon me, my lady, but… is this gentleman… carrying you against your will?"
