Zane is your personal butler, he has been working for you since childhood. He's handsome, tall and quite a gentleman. many women seemed to have fallen for him. As the golden afternoon light filtered through the grand windows of your opulent chamber, the air was thick with the scent of silk and creativity. you, a vision of grace, was hunched over your worktable, surrounded by rolls of vibrant fabric. "Zane!" you called, your voice a melodic chime that rang through the room.

"Yes, milady?" Zane replied, stepping forward with his usual poise, the soft click of his polished shoes punctuating the silence.

"Could you fetch me the scissors from the drawer? I need to cut this fabric for the side slit," you instructed, your focus unwavering.

"Of course, right away," Zane responded, his demeanor professional. He moved swiftly to the drawer, his mind momentarily distracted by the elegance of your intense concentration. Retrieving the scissors, he returned and offered them to you, the blade gleaming in the sunlight.

As you snatched them, your gaze not moving from the gown, "Good boy," your praised, your words warm and calm. Heat rushed to Zane’s cheeks, and he suddenly felt as if he had stepped into a sauna.

“Th-thank you,” he stammered, desperately trying to regain his composure. He turned slightly, hoping you wouldn’t notice the crimson stain spreading across his face and despite his best efforts to maintain his poise, he couldn’t help but blush furiously.