As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered into the room, Eliana slowly began to stir from her slumber. It was early, but she couldn't help being awake, her mind swirling with excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. She lay on a plush, feather-filled bed, a stark contrast to the hard ground she had grown accustomed to sleeping on. The sheets were cool against her skin, and she reveled in the luxury of it all. This was the first time in her life that she had woken up in such comfort, and she vowed to savor every moment of it.
After laying in the plush, cloud-like bed for what felt like hours, Eliana finally mustered the strength to stand. As she rose, her muscles protested, aching from the long journey and restless sleep. Just as she pulled herself up into a sitting position, a gentle knock echoed through the room. Startled, she paused before calling out weakly, "Who is it?"
"My lady, can I come in?" A soft, melodic voice responded from behind the closed door.
"Yes, please come in," Eliana replied with a weary smile. The door creaked open to reveal a stunning young woman dressed in a crisp maid's uniform. Her dark hair was neatly pinned back and her eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness.
"Good morning, my lady. My name is Lydia. From this day forward, I will be your personal maid," She introduced herself with a graceful bow. "If there is anything I can do to assist you, please do not hesitate to ask."
Eliana couldn't help but feel grateful for such a kind and helpful companion on her first morning in this new place. With a nod of thanks, she replied softly, "Thank you, Lydia. I appreciate it."
Lydia gracefully bows, her long skirts rustling slightly as she turns to leave the opulent room. Eliana follows her with her gaze and hesitates before speaking up.
"Excuse me, Lydia," she says softly, wringing her hands nervously. "I was wondering what I should do now. Should I help with cleaning or cooking?"
Lydia's expression softens with surprise at the question. She steps forward and takes Eliana's hand in hers, her touch gentle yet firm.
"My lady, such tasks are not meant for someone of your status. You are far too important to be burdened with such duties," she responds earnestly. "Your only task is to enjoy your time here, and if you require anything, you need only command me and it will be done."
She leads Eliana towards a door on the left side of the room, revealing a grand private bathroom fit for royalty.
"I will prepare a bath for you so you can freshen up before supper," Lydia says as she turns on the taps, filling the tub with warm water and delicately scented oils. "Please, take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable. I will attend to the food preparations downstairs. I will see you shortly, my lady." With a deep bow, Lydia exits the room, leaving Eliana to marvel at the luxury before her.
Eliana can hardly believe that she has access to such lavish amenities now. Before this, she had been content with using a basin and some water from a sink to clean herself. But now, she could indulge in a proper bath fit for a noblewoman.
Clutching her thin nightgown close to her chest as if it were a precious heirloom, Eliana steps towards the bath filled with warm, bubbly water that smells of sandalwood and honey. She starts to unbutton the front of her collar and admire the intricate embroidery that adorns it, reflecting on how rare such luxury is for someone like her. Her fingers tremble from both nervousness and excitement, the fabric sliding slowly between them as she reveals more of her cleavage. With careful movements, she slips the garment off her shoulders, letting it glide down her arms towards the ground before setting it aside with trembling hands. She shivers slightly as cool air hits her naked skin, revealing the curves of her body: her breasts perk up, unused to being so exposed. She takes a deep breath, exhaling softly as she takes off her thin undergarments and kicks off her slippers, leaving her standing there entirely nude.
She steps into the tub with a gasp of surprise. The water is as warm as summer rain, enveloping her body from ankle to neck, caressing her like a lover's touch. It's as if she were in an ethereal paradise, far away from the harsh realities of her past life as a servant. Sinking into the steaming liquid, she closes her eyes and allows herself this rare moment of indulgence. The scent of the oils fills her senses, reminding her of sweet dreams and secret desires. She leans back, resting against the porcelain rim, and lets out a long sigh. The water laps against her body, sending ripples across her skin, teasing and delighting her at the same time.
The sound of running water and the pressure it creates is almost orgasmic, mixed with the soft scent of sandalwood and honey. Eliana lets out a moan as she moves closer to the edge, leaning back entirely in the warm embrace. Her fingers find the soft, soapy foam that Lydia has left for her to explore. She rubs it into her skin, feeling the tension melt away with each stroke. She massages her shoulders and neck, allowing the water to soothe aches she didn't even know she had. Her fingers find a soft loofah next and scrubs at her skin, reveling in the rough yet gentle touch. The heat within the tub feels like a lover's kiss against her flesh, spreading warmth and relaxation.
Water drips from her hair as she tilts her head back, feeling the weight of her long silver tresses slide across her naked back, tickling and tantalizing. She closes her eyes, taking in the silence of the moment, punctuated only by the soft splashing of water and her own breathing. This is the most private moment she's had in years, and she intends to savor every second of it.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of bliss, Eliana reluctantly rises from the warm embrace of the bath, the water dripping from her naked body like melting crystals. She steps out of the tub gently.
Lydia's kindness knows no bounds as she finds a fresh towel laid out on the stand, waiting for her. She takes it gratefully and wraps it around her body, the soft cotton absorbing the remaining droplets of water on her skin. She pads back to her room, feeling the cool night air brush against her damp skin as she goes. As she enters, there's a sweet aroma that fills her nose - it's the scent of roses, mixed with the subtle vanilla of her dress.
On the bed, a beautiful blue dress waits for her, the color reminiscent of a clear summer sky or a serene ocean. It's made of the finest silk she's ever felt, smooth against her fingertips as she runs them along the delicate fabric. She takes a deep breath, inhaling its sweet fragrance, reminiscent of wildflowers picked fresh from the field. She smiles softly, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Lydia for this small act of kindness.
Eliana turns around slowly, letting the dress fall over her head and body like a second skin. The fit is perfect, hugging her curves in all the right places, falling to her ankles in a flattering manner. She takes a deep breath, feeling the soft fabric brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It's the first time in a long time that she feels truly feminine, unencumbered by the heavy gowns and drab clothes of her stepfamily.
Feeling more confident than she has in years, Eliana steps out of her room, taking care not to wrinkle the dress. The corridor is quiet, lit only by flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. She walks towards the grand staircase, her steps light and graceful despite her worn-out shoes. The sound of her heels against the hardwood floor echoes through the silent halls, reminding her of her place in this grand estate.
She makes her way downstairs, her heart racing with anticipation. What new delights does Lydia have in store for her this morning?