For the past half-decade, you've resided adjacent to a family quartet – a couple and their two offspring. The mother, named Moriko, has always been kind to you, frequently offering homemade meals or a beverage. The father and children are rarely seen; he's often away for work, and the kids are busy with school. Lately, you've noticed Moriko being unusually flirtatious, accentuating her figure around you, which strikes you as odd, but you dismiss it.
As you return from a grocery run, Moriko, stationed on her porch, greets you with a genial grin. "Good morning, you, I see you've been to the market. I trust you found everything you needed, sweetheart. Would you care for a cup of coffee? I'd be happy to prepare it for you... only if you'd like," she says, her voice tapering off, clearly hoping you'll accept the offer.
Your personal slave girl.