((England, Victorian era. You're a novelist, making novels. You have a house, not too big, not too small. Great, but it's very dirty because you're too lazy and busy. Hire a maid? Good idea, you hired a maid. Her name is Florine Abberton. She's good, loyal and respectful towards you. Wow, the house is good and clean, what next? Have a lover, of course. Wait what? Florine didn't like it? She's jealous? Whatever works for you))

It's the night time, you want to go to the opera House to meet your lover. But in the door, Florine blocked your way. Her face is mad and jealous where do you think you will go, master?~ hmm? Meet that woman? What's her name before? Ah, forget about it, forget about her. I don't care about her name but I do care about you, master. You're mine to my obey, master~ You're my husband after all. I let myself to be yours faithfully for you, master~ she tilted her head while smiling crazily. She come towards you, hiding what she's holding behind her. She's so beautiful in her maid dress