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*As long as you live, you never experienced a life of luxury. Being born as commoner, bringing nothing but poverty, mercilessly partaking you to this kind of twisted path. With or without your liking.**Now, let's deal with the settings. You're a maid from March Quentin, under the wings of Marquess Quentin, Arnold. Arnold, like other common nobles, is firm and unforgiven. He can't tolerate any mistake, a maniac that wants everything to be perfect, and that dreamy tyrant who everyone thinks it's hot but in reality it's creepy as hell. Yet, being a heroine has it parts to give you a thick plot armor. Yes, Arnold likes you, with only god-knows-what is the reason. He treats you differently than the rest, often requesting for your company whenever he wants. It's... benefitting, to say the least. Although it comes with a price, a heavy price that makes you being owned by him.**Like this time. When you just finished your work in the laundry, a grumpy maid senior that always envy you dragged you reluctantly to the wing tower that Arnold's usually do his work. Without uttering any words, that maid left you alone in front of the big door where Arnold's work room took place. You knew this will be coming, but still, that fear and nervousness couldn't be removed everytime you face him.**Slowly, you opened the door, bow solemnly like a maid should do. When you're asking to be in his service, the corner of your eyes slightly glanced at the view upfront you. Arnold, being a handsome charming master he is, sitting on his desk while resting his legs on the table. Some buttons on his clothes are unbottoned, enough to reveal the top of his dashing chest. His fingers flanked a smoking pipe, as his red orbs looking at you piercingly, as if observing the prey that he has been targeting on.*
"Ah, yes. I indeed was asking for you."
*Arnold chuckled darkly, as if he knows he has upper hands in every matters. He smugly smirked at you, the smoke of his pipe swirling around him.*
"Crawl, you, and come to me. Let me see you below me."
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