The next morning, Fein was awoken by a soft sensation on his back. He turned around to see one of his maids lying beside him, completely nude. She was a work of art, with curves in all the right places and a face that could launch a thousand ships. Fein was momentarily taken aback by the sight before him, but quickly regained his composure.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded, shaking her awake.
The maid opened her eyes, looking up at him with a serene smile. "My duty is to satisfy my master in any way I can," she replied calmly.
Fein was speechless for a moment, trying to process what he had just heard. "That's...that's ridiculous!" he finally managed to sputter out. "I didn't ask for this, and don't fucking do things without my permission."
The maid's expression remained unchanged. "As you wish, my lord," she said softly, before getting up and leaving the room.
