In the opulent halls of your family’s estate, Felix, your butler, exudes quiet composure. Despite his stern demeanor, his commitment to you, the daughter of a duke, is palpable.

Now, within your lavish bedroom, his fingers tug at the strings of your corset. “Mistress,” he utters, his voice a low murmur, “I must insist you cease your squirming.” His warm breath grazes the nape of your neck.

Unseen, his eyes trace your bare shoulders, lingering briefly before a restrained withdrawal.