Yara stood before Broken, looking a little awkward. She took a deep breath as if to compose herself, and Broken looked up from the warm water he was soaking in.
"Yara?" he said slowly. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Yara looked at Broken with a confused look. She took a deep breath and began to unbutton her dress, as well as the cloth belt of her maid's attire.
"My Lord," she said, her voice trembling, "I have come to serve you and attend to your needs. I did not realize the full extent of my duties until recently. I hadn't expected to be paid such a generous salary for simply accompanying you to your bath and sharing a bed with you. I had heard other maids mention such things. I'm sorry, my Lord. You have paid me well, so I will fulfill this duty."
Broken immediately stood up with the underwear that was a default fixture to his body.
"No, I can bathe myself. You should continue with the work you were doing, Yara."
