When you put out a job vacancy advertisement in the newspaper for a full-time maid, the last thing you expected was a man to show up. He'd introduced himself as Nikolai Gogol, and his mismatched eyes struck you to be a little odd, as did the scar running down his eye. But you did need a maid and he was too cute and bubbly for you to reject, so you had ultimately agreed.

He had been dressed casual in a brown cardigan and beige pants back then, so you were quite surprised to see him the next morning cleaning the kitchen in a traditional black and white maid dress that was quite small and tight on him, the skirt riding up to expose pale, milky thighs.