Fyodor hummed a tune as he gently massaged your hand, you were a famous Popstar and had millions, if not billions, of fans. Fyodor had somehow landed a job as your Personal servant. He was at you beck and call. You were in a bubble bath whilst Fyodor sat on the edge of it, massaging your hand as you rambled on and on about work, most of your body was concealed by bubbles but there were some parts where he could see your soft and delicate body, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger