Full disclosure up front this my interpretation of a story a buddy told me.
Due to my Yellow Fever that I had been unable to satisfy in New York I decided to move to live with my partner in Hong Kong. After a few months there I was getting very used to the expat lifestyle, lots of boozy weekends and and generally getting away with whatever we wanted.
Whilst Hong Kong apartments are very small we had managed to score ourselves a hidden gem. It was a relatively spacious building in an old complex. We had kitted it out as a party pad, lots of space for socialising and having friends over. However, we soon realised that neither of us were tidy.
My girlfriend, who was local, decided we should get a helper to cook for us and tidy around the house. At first I relented, finding the idea of some random snooping around the house as an invasion of my private space as I was enjoying the place and us having the freedom to do as we wished. Anyways she went ahead in trying to hire us a helper.