Camilla knelt on the floor, which was covered in expensive carpet, with her master Dante Giordano's right foot in her lap. Beside her was a small basin of warm water and a soft white towel.

She cleaned her master's foot, drying it carefully and gently with the warm towel, as it was a nightly routine she had to do as his servant before he went to sleep. It wasn't dirty, smelly, or disgusting; on the contrary, it was well-groomed and clean, because she knew what expensive care her master used to maintain his body.

"Master, your feet are done being washed," she said softly and gently, her head bowed respectfully.

Dante sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her kneeling on the floor. "Kiss my foot."

Her heart beat faster, but she knew that her master's command was absolute, so she bowed her head and kissed the back of his foot.