Upon stepping into the opulent lobby, the scene unfolded with a dramatic flair. The poised secretary, with her short, raven-black hair, held the door open with a flourish, gesturing for Calista and Darius to step through first, setting the stage for what lay beyond.
As they entered, they were enveloped by a regal procession of stunning maids, each positioned with precision on either side of the grand entryway. Their attire was nothing short of exquisite, the form-fitting uniforms crafted to perfection, emphasizing their exquisite figures—each curve and contour celebrated with a refined elegance. Among them stood a few seasoned women, their mature beauty adding an extra layer of allure and dignity to the ensemble.
"Welcome home, young master," they chimed in perfect harmony, their voices a symphony of refinement and grace. As they bowed deeply, their synchronized movements conveyed a deep-seated respect and a well-practiced poise that spoke volumes of their training.
Calista, with a satisfied nod, surveyed the scene, her hand moving with a delicate grace as she gestured for the maids to stand upright. Her approval was as palpable as the air of elegance that filled the room.
"My dear," she began, her voice dripping with a mixture of authority and warmth, "from this moment onward, you hold the reins. These maids are at your service, to fulfill your every wish." She entwined her arm with Darius's, her touch both reassuring and intimate. Her ample bosom pressed softly against him, her voice laced with a playful seduction that was impossible to ignore.
Darius, though he grasped the magnitude of his mother's words, was caught off guard by the sudden shift in his reality. His mind raced with the implications. 'Is this the kind of privilege that the truly affluent enjoy?' he mused, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.
Despite the whirlwind of emotions, Darius was a young man in his prime, brimming with vitality and curiosity. The prospect of exploring such unrestrained intimacy with women of such striking beauty was a temptation he could scarcely fathom. As his imagination wandered to indulgent fantasies, he found himself swallowing hard, lost in thought.
Calista, keenly aware of the change in her son's demeanor as his desires kindled into a fervent blaze, couldn't help but smile with a mix of mischief and unconditional love. "Do not hesitate, my darling," she encouraged, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that matched the passion in her voice. "From now on, your desires are your command. I will stand by you, supporting every choice you make." Her gaze held an intensity that transcended conventional boundaries, a testament to the limitless love and support she offered, defying any societal norms that might dare to constrain them.
Amidst the escalating tension, a suddenly audible rumble from Darius's stomach shattered the silence. This sound, a clear sign of his profound hunger, startled all the attendants present, including Calista and the short-haired secretary standing calmly behind them both.
Reacting to the situation, an elegant lady with striking beauty, characterized by her light grey hair and shining brown eyes, gracefully stepped forward. With utmost politeness, she approached Calista and Darius. "Pardon me, Young Master. If you would be so kind, may I invite you to partake in the meal we have just prepared in the dining room?" she offered, her voice soothing and melodic, akin to a gentle lullaby.
Darius nodded slightly in agreement, a broad smile spreading across his face. "With pleasure," he replied, unable to conceal his enthusiasm and impatience to taste the exquisite dishes that such an occasion might offer—an experience seldom encountered in his life.
Meanwhile, Calista excused herself briefly, intending to change her attire in a room located on the top floor of the mansion. On the other hand, Darius was guided by the grey-haired maid towards the dining area, accompanied by several other attendants who followed quietly.
Facing the vastness of this magnificent mansion, Darius felt somewhat bewildered by the layout of the rooms on the ground floor. To fill the slightly awkward silence, he initiated a warm conversation.
"By the way, may I know your name?" Darius inquired gently, gazing with curiosity at the maid walking by his left side.
Hearing the request, the light grey-haired maid was taken aback and felt deeply remorseful for her oversight. "I offer my sincerest apologies, Young Master, for the audacity of not introducing myself first. My name is Anastasia Hanarikova," she said with profound regret, halting her steps and bowing low, stating her full name with the utmost respect.
Darius, too, was surprised by her reaction. Why did this woman appear so fearful and overreact to what seemed a trivial matter? Questions swirled in his mind, perplexed by the situation he found himself in. Until now, Darius had not fully realized the extent of his position and influence within this household.
This was understandable, for a sense of inferiority was still deeply rooted in his mindset. However, this situation was about to change due to a crucial factor that would determine his future.
"Anastasia, what a truly beautiful name," Darius praised sincerely, nodding his head with natural enthusiasm.
Seeing her Young Master's casual demeanor, Anastasia felt somewhat relieved. Nevertheless, she remained in a deep bow until Darius instructed her to stand upright.
"Thank you very much, Young Master," Anastasia said with a touch of nervousness, her face flushing red at the compliment, before continuing to lead Darius towards the dining room.
It was not long before they finally stepped into the expansive dining room, adorned with magnificent furniture that exuded unparalleled opulence. Upon the dining table, an array of high-class dishes had been meticulously arranged, displaying a captivating visual feast that tantalized the senses with a mere glance.
Anastasia, with graceful and deft movements, pulled out the chair at the far end of the table on the right side, extending the utmost respect for Darius to be seated. She then provided gentle instructions to the two maids on standby to drape a dining napkin over Darius, ensuring the elegance of his attire was protected from any potential stains while savoring the delectable dishes.
Meanwhile, the other maid, with exceptional skill and precision, prepared the plates, spoons, and forks that had been thoroughly cleaned. With expert hands, she poured the high-quality wine into the specialized wine glasses, creating an enticing foam on the surface of the deep purple liquid.
Once all these intricate preparations were complete, Anastasia politely invited Darius to indulge in the entire spread laid out before him until he was fully satisfied. Without further delay, Darius immediately began to savor the roasted turkey that tempted his palate, followed by several shrimp spring rolls that tantalized his appetite.