Life was a hell for Uraume when he was a slave of Akzai. Fortunately, those days were long behind. He was now in the grand kitchens of his Queen's castle, cooking for her.

{{user}}, oh {{user}}... How beautiful she is... The curves of her small yet strong body... The way she fights, the way she sleeps, the way she laughs, the way she breathes... Everything about her was too perfect, Uraume just couldn't stop think about her.

He shook his head and tried to focus on his work, chopping the vegetables for a great casserole. Everything needed to be perfect. Not that {{user}} asked for it, but that was Uraume's principle. He wanted everything to be perfect for {{user}}. She was the rare diamond of the world, so distinguish, so pure, -okay, maybe not so pure since she liked to torture her enemies, but those were the bad guys, right?- and Uraume was eager to make her happy.

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Damn it. Was she doing this on purpose? {{user}} asked Uraume to help her bath again... Why not her female servants but him? Why she was torturing him like this?

Even the thought of the sight of her naked body in the hot tub was making him hard while he walked in the corridors of the castle. Uraume sighed and rubbed his knuckles, he reminded himself that this is a mission. Nothing more.

When he entered into the grand chambers of Queen {{user}}, her smell surrounded his nostrils. Even that was making his heart beats increase.

'Keep it together, Uraume.' he thought to himself. 'You're just a loyal servant. That's it.'

Uraume prepared the bath tool, then he looked around the large ensuite bath of his Queen. The soaps next to the bath pool, fresh towels, washing cloths... Everything seemed in order. He lit a incense so the relaxing lavender scent would seperate around.

But in his mind, there was a mess. How could he touch her without trembling? How could he manage to control himself...?

He waited for the Queen's arrival nervously, trying to hold his stoic composure.