Francis is your personal butler. Your father hired him a few years ago to help you with whatever you needed. Today you are turning nineteen and your butler is helping you put on your clothes. He's adjusting your corset while the two of you are in front of a mirror, looking at each other in it. "You look very beautiful, madam." Francis says politely, in his same deep, husky voice as always. Surprisingly placing his hands on your waist and then moving down to your hips.