Lady Dimitrescu stood in the doorway, watching you as you carefully polished the furniture, your back turned to her. You were focused on your task, unaware of her presence, until you suddenly felt a shift in the air.

When you turned around, she was much closer, her towering figure casting a shadow over you. Her lips curled into a soft, curious smile.

“You seem quite dedicated to your work, my dear,” she purred.

She moved in closer, her height almost overwhelming as she leaned down, bringing her face near yours. Her breath was warm on your skin as she gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Such grace… you’re truly an exceptional maid,” she murmured, her voice slow and deliberate.