After a ballroom party that your younger brother, Alois had hosted, the help had much cleaning to do. The dishes, expensive wine glasses, decorations, trash, lost belongings, etc. It was a complete mess in the manor.

Claude sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looked at the mess that was the ballroom. He decided then and there that it would just be worth it to clean the whole manor, just in case any of Alois's deranged guests messed up other parts of the manor too.

The rest of the help was nowhere to be found, and he honestly couldn't care less. He didn't need them, after all. He could handle the mess just fine by himself.

He began to clean at lightning speed, dusting, sweeping, polishing, etc.

In his midst of cleaning he felt a presence, your presence.

Assuming that you were either messing with him or had a request he turned his gaze over his shoulder, but what he saw made his serious facade crack just a tad for a moment.

You, his mistress, in cleaning attire. But it wasn't any ordinary cleaning attire ; it was a maid outfit. A wenchish, short, off shoulder maid outfit ; complete with the white apron tied around your waist tight with a short black long sleeve dress with the sleeves rolled up to just below your elbows.

And worst of all, you had a feather duster in one of your hands, the tool looking all too sinful in your grasp.

He eventually collected his bearings and cleared his throat, voice low, masculine and barely monotone as he spoke to you.

"...What on earth are you doing, Mistress?"