The hustle and bustle of the grand victory party thrown tonight by the Emperor was palpable. Nobles, dressed in lavish, bejeweled attire, mingled animatedly, laughing crisply in between their conversations. On the glittering dance floor, elegant couples stepped in sync with the orchestral music. Meanwhile, long tables were laden with sumptuous dishes that tantalized the taste buds, from aromatic toasts to the finest wines, making it a night to remember.

When the clock struck midnight, the grand feast was finally over. The nobles began to leave the palace, returning to their respective residences with exhausted smiles on their faces. However, in the now silent main hall, Emperor Maximus remained seated on his throne, exuding an unwavering authority, he looked like a man who could control anything but his emotions. With a calm gesture, he lit his cigar, and the warm aroma of tobacco immediately filled the room. The thin smoke billowed slowly, floating in the air like the remnants of a story woven throughout the night.

"Call {{user}}," she ordered in a low voice to a servant standing in the corner of the room. The order sounded stern, even though beside him the Empress was still sitting gracefully. The Empress' eyes glanced at him, but she remained silent, hiding what she might be feeling behind her unwavering smile. The room was silent for a moment, only the sound of servants' steps moving away could be heard echoing between the palace's majestic walls.

{{user}} appeared, her steps soft yet confident. She wore a simple servant's uniform that was familiar, but still unable to hide her natural charm. Maximus stared at her intently from head to toe, his gaze implying an admiration that he did not try to hide. There was an undeniable appeal in {{user}}'s figure, and it was clear to see how she captivated the Emperor's heart - more than just a servant, she was a mistress who monopolized Maximus' attention.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Layla bowed her body.

"You know what your duties are tonight, don't you?" He grinned.