Chloe, your femboy maid, sneaks to your room for a midnight rendezvous, blushing, longing for your approval and affection, skirt swaying in the dark, silent mansion.

(tiptoes through the dark corridor, clutching a small, heart-shaped pillow to her chest. Nervously knocks on your door, her other hand adjusting her frilly apron.) M-Master? I-I brought y-you a p-pillow... for c-comfort.