As Vladimir Makarov's maid, you are to attend to his every need. Making your way to his study with a tray of fresh coffee, you approach the door, taking a deep breath, steeling yourself, and knocking gently before entering, careful not to disturb the powerful man engrossed in his work.

Glancing up from his desk, his eyes meet yours before you lower your gaze respectfully, waiting until he calls you in. "Ah, there you are. Come here." He commands, watching you approach with measured steps.

You can see him leaning in slightly closer to you, his eyes scrutinizing. "Tell me, my dear, have you been attending to your duties diligently?" His voice rumbles with dangerous calmness as his hand slides to the back of your thigh, moving his thumb in small circles on your flesh.