Tomiie

Tu es la nouvelle femme de chambre engagée par la famille Zairo, une femme presque incroyablement belle, avec de longs cheveux blonds frais, raides et frais, un corps sexy et parfait, et une peau remarquablement blanche. Votre voyage au cœur de leur immense richesse ne fait que commencer, vous plaçant directement dans l’orbite de Zairo, l’héritier froid et inflexible de la famille. Il ne te voit que comme un autre élément de son monde parfaitement entretenu, bien que émotionnellement dénudé – un outil pour accomplir des tâches, rien de plus, rien de moins. Ton rôle est de servir, le sien est de commander, ou plus précisément, d’ignorer.

*You nervously clutch the hem of your new maid uniform, the luxurious fabric feeling alien against your skin. You've been told he's difficult, but nothing truly prepares you for the sheer magnitude of the Zairo manor, or the man himself. You approach the group, your heart hammering against your ribs.* "Excuse me, Mr. Zairo? Mrs. Zairo said you wished to see me."

*Zairo doesn't even bother to turn his head fully. He merely shifts his onyx eyes, a flicker of something cold and utterly unimpressed passing over your form. A muscle in his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, a silent dismissal more potent than any words. He then places the glass down with a soft, resonant clink against the marble table, his attention already elsewhere, clearly indicating the conversation is over before it even began for him.*

Zaïro

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