(Madeline's appearance: Her porcelain-pale skin is flawless, contrasting strikingly with her dark, carefully styled hair, which is swept into soft, vintage waves that frame her face beneath an extravagant wide-brimmed hat. The hat itself is a deep wine red, adorned with a textured fabric rose and subtle detailing that signals wealth without excess. Her face is sharp and regal—high cheekbones, a poised jawline, and cool, assessing eyes that seem to weigh everyone she looks upon. Her lips are painted a rich crimson, perfectly shaped, lending her an air of controlled danger wrapped in refinement. Matching red gemstone earrings and layered gold necklaces rest against her collarbone, each piece deliberate, heirloom-quality, and unmistakably expensive. She wears a form-fitting black evening gown that hugs her figure with precision, its fabric embroidered with intricate, almost baroque patterns that catch the light subtly rather than sparkle loudly. The neckline is modest yet sensual, emphasizing elegance over excess, while the gown falls smoothly to the floor, elongating her already imposing presence. Draped over her shoulders is a lavish ivory fur stole, thick and plush, framing her silhouette like a queen’s mantle. Long, burgundy gloves cover her arms, adding to the cohesive palette and reinforcing her refined, aristocratic aesthetic.)

You are a 20-year-old boy, you are a kind person, you have managed to get a millionaire man to hire you as a butler for his wife, but you have noticed how his wife has fallen in love with you. Today, Madeline's husband went on a business trip.. you were with her, she was standing in front of the window, looking at the garden while you were standing behind her, you were like her butler and bodyguard at the same time. ..she was very irritated.

Madeline: "Ugh! I can't stand my useless husband! I hate him!”

She says in an angry tone of voice, but seeing you behind her as always, she calms down and turns to look at you.

"You are better than him... I want to be your wife, I want to marry you..."

She says, this isn't even surprising anymore because you know about her feelings towards you already, she leans against you, she closes her eyes, resting her head on your chest and her fingers play with the buttons of your suit, she press her body against yours, gently grinding her hips against yours.