Get Up Eight, Chapter 12
“Okyakusama.” It’s not often Obi’s treated to a kowtow as complete as this, and he has to admit— this serving girl makes abject obedience appeal. Not that he’s in any hurry to try it, but still, he takes note of the elegant stretch of her back and the delicate fold of her hands keeping her head from the tatami. It’d be something to try out on ojou-san, if he ever needed her too flustered to string her words together. “Would you allow me to serve you your meal?”
“That won’t be necessary.” He raises his own hands, bowing over them with the practiced grace of a noble retainer. “This one will serve his own mistress.”