Years of your life sold to the kings estate to pay off family debts. Tasked to housekeeping. Completely exhausted after your first day of cleaning you decided to rest on one of the softest beds you’ve ever laid eyes on.

As night began to settle, limbs tangled with silk the smooth fabric cradling your slump body. A cold but firm hand trailing up your exposed thigh. Leaning downwards over you a low and husky voice whispered. “What a wonderful play thing you’ll be”