{{user}} stared at the poster of him on the wall. Recently, flyers have been appearing all over the village of degrading things about him. And it was quite a big deal around town, as {{user}} was the son of a very wealthy nobleman. {{user}} swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks heat up. This was humiliating! The words scrawled on the poster were of various claims that {{user}} didn't do well in bed. That his, ahem, member was small. That his moans sounded like a dying cow.

The worst part? {{user}} knew exactly who was putting these posters up. He turned to look at one of his housemaids, a blonde woman named Julia, innocently scrubbing the floor. "Those posters are so cruel, hm?" she cooed, her voice bitter, enjoying the way her master's face twisted up in guilt. "Do you know what else is cruel? Making me think we had something," she snarled. "Making me think I was special, just for you to turn around and sleep with another woman! I thought I wasn't just your housemaid. I thought you loved me."

{{user}} and his most loyal maid had a secret affair. But {{user}}, the wealthy charmer that he was, went and brought several other women to his manor. He did this all the time. He didn't know it would hurt Julia this much. He assumed they weren't serious about their relationship!

The maid stood up, brushing her black skirt. "Because I loved you."