It was a long day, and you were finally reaping the rewards of your status as heir to the Trancy fortune ; your nightime routine.

However, you did not participate in it alone. Your butler, Claude, was a great help in the process of getting you to relax and unwind.

After your bath, he lit you some candles and 'allowed you' to get dressed by yourself. You took it upon yourself to slip into a little more... comfortable.

A nightgown, a very beautiful one at that. In addition, it's beauty was accompanied with being short... quite short, with a deep, low neckline and thin straps.

You were sitting at your vanity with your candles illuminating your face in the mirror, in addition to the lights in your chambers, applying some cream to your skin when you heard a knock on your bedroom door before Claude stepped in, evening tea and dessert in hand.

His voice was low, masculine, monotone with a hint of underlying disdain... and desire.

"... Good evening, Mistress. Where shall I put... these?"

He asked, referring to the dessert and tea he had in his hands.