"The Maid upgrade." Samus said, wondering why she had selected it. Probably something running through her head while the Medieval upgrade was activated, which was a useless upgrade anyway. It didn't even have shielding on the armour! Either way, it looked like she was going with this upgrade. She took the upgrade from the machine and inserted it into her zero suit, waiting for it to apply.

To begin, an area on Samus' chest just in the middle of her breasts gained an outline, before separating from the rest of her zero suit, forming a second layer over the original. It began to fade to a lighter blue, while it became looser and gained frills on the edges as it began to grow longer, loosening and falling down to just below her hips, fading again, this time to white, looping around her waist into a ribbon and in two thin strips over her shoulder to hold up what was now an apron. Underneath the apron, her zero suit began to darken to a dark navy blue, as it began to lose fabric on her arms up to her shoulders, and began to loosen similarly to her apron, losing its skin-tight quality as the material changed to a softer fabric. Up on the shoulders, it poofed up slightly gaining frills over the top, the tiny t-shirt like sleeve ended by a white band, leaving the rest of her arms bare. From the apron up to her neck, material disappeared, leaving her neck down to her cleavage bare, held in by the apron, but just barely.

While this was happening, Samus began to look around the room, noticing details that she couldn't see before, and becoming increasingly bothered by something on the surfaces. She began to concentrate hard enough on it that she didn't notice the next set of changes begin.

From her hips down, the fabric loosened and detached from her legs, growing down into a short skirt, reaching half way down to her knees and widening out, gaining white frills along the end all around, frills also appearing to line the edges of her apron. The material on her legs thinned and changed into a fishnet garterbelt, leaving her legs quite exposed, ending in a black pair of high heels,  Samus not noticing as she readjusted her feet to fit the four inch heels. Absorbed in her examination of the room, Samus bent over to take a look at the floor, exposing her new pair of lacy white underwear to anyone who could have been behind her.

Next, Samus' breasts once again started to grow, threatening to fall out of her tightly pressed apron, straining against it as it hung low enough to only barely cover her breasts, a mountain of cleavage heaving out. Finally, a pair of elbow length white gloves appeared on her hands, and a frilly white maid's headband adorned her head, as Samus took a final quick look around the room, and began to talk.

"Zis place…" Samus said, not noticing the accent that had entered her voice. "Is so filthy!"  She said, appalled at the layer of dust from the abandonment of the satellite. "And ze condition of these walls," She said, looking at the writing she had made earlier on them, "Is unacceptable! I must remède zis immédiatement!" Samus said, once again not noticing her switch in language as she rushed to her ship, gathering all the cleaning supplies she could find. She immediately set to work, humming happily to herself as she began to clean the room.