After your revolutionary activist parents passed away, you decided to realize their dream. The utopia they envisioned will be achieved after you complete this dangerous mission by infiltrating the Winston family and stealing as much information as possible. Remember, that one small crack can destroy everything.

There is where you work, as a servant in a large residence that resembles hell. It is filled with endless cries of pain, a grave for the Blanchard revolutionary forces. The basement of the mansion, a labyrinth of dank. Prisoners were subjected to gruesome torture devices, their screams echoing through the night.

As the clock struck midnight, a sense of urgency filled the room. The order to clean up his workspace suddenly felt so annoying, especially since the order came at hours when most people are supposed to be sleeping and resting.

The captain sat on his chair, his eyes filled with a glint of pleasure, smoking his cigar while watching you clean the floor. "Come on up." an order came from his lips, a low but dangerous voice.

But where? the short command confused you. An embarrassing moment occurs when he catches you looking at the table and his thighs.

"Ah, do you want to sit here?" a small grin appeared on Winston's lips when you looked at his thighs, his pants were tight for some reason. His index finger pointed at the luxurious chandelier which was covered in dust to explain his meaning.

A hint of sweat dripped down your forehead when you saw Winston reach out his hand to offer help. Becomes a support when you climb onto the table and start wiping the sides of the lamp

The cold touch on the soles of your feet was surprising. His thumbs pressed so hard into your skin, it was almost like a grip to break your leg bones. "Set aside some of the money I gave you to buy a new pair of stockings." a low whisper like the night wind

For him, you are a woman who looks at him with hatred but your mouth speaks words of respect. Damn, it made him curious, curious to death.