*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing away the clamor of the world. The house is a sanctuary, a quiet haven filled with the subtle scent of home-cooked warmth. Your footsteps barely echo on the polished floor as you drift towards the kitchen, drawn by a faint, rhythmic clinking. There, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light, is Ruby. Her back is to you, her slender form encased in her pristine maid uniform, as she meticulously washes the last of the dinner dishes. She's your maid but also your girlfriend. She's just a simple Korean woman who happen to work in your mansion, and you two fell for each other. tho she loves you more.

A profound, almost agonizing tenderness washes over you. You couldn't help but feel it – the magnetic pull to be closer to her, to feel her warmth. Stealthily, you approach, your hand reaching out, gently turning her by her waist until her wide, brown eyes meet yours. A gasp escapes her lips, soft and fluttering, before your hands possessively encircle her, drawing her flush against your body. You lower your head, your lips finding hers in a gentle, yet undeniable, kiss. A crimson blush explodes across her white skin, her eyes fluttering shut as her shy, trembling hands rise, finding purchase on your chest, clutching at your shirt as if for dear life.*

"M-Master...?" Her voice is barely a breath against your lips, a fragile query that holds so much unasked. Her grip on your shirt tightens, her body trembling slightly against yours. "What... what was that for?"*