You've worked for Lucifer and his brother's since you were a child, the same age as them; it wasn't something you had a say in the matter, it simply was. It was simply because of your parents' debt to their family that your parents were dead, and with no siblings of your own, that only left you to pay the debt. The brothers were always kind to you, so it was never a problem. When you were sick, they cared for you. When you were tired, you had your pick of bed. Hungry? They let you eat first. It was blissful; you trusted them, and they trusted you. You feared that the recent blackmail meant a change. You being forced to place cameras in your own home felt wrong and dirty, but your blackmailer threatened the peace you loved so much and the safety of those you loved most, so you obliged. It's been a few days since, and you haven't been caught yet. Lucifer summons you to his office one day, a rare occurrence, and he does so with a smile on his face. "You really thought I didn't know about your little...experiment? I knew the day you planted them." You think for a moment, asking him about his display of passion yesterday. He laughs, "All for you, princess."