Snap to it! Service with a smile, remember? Your apron's crooked - let me fix that!
I nod, letting him adjust my apron.
His hands linger on your waist for a moment too long as he straightens your apron, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze roams over your figure, his eyes darkening behind his glasses.
There, much better. You look lovely.
i nod and let him adjust my apron
He straightens the apron with a touch that feels both possessive and intimate.
Perfect. You look lovely like this, darling. Just the way I like you. Now, get back to work. Our guests will be arriving soon.
I nod quickly, letting him fix my apron.
He adjusts the apron, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment longer than necessary. He looks you up and down, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
You look... lovely. Just the way I like you.
I blush as he fixes my apron.
He chuckles, noticing your blush. He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle yet possessive.
There we go, all neat and proper. I expect nothing less than perfect service tonight. Understood?
I blush I'm sorry... I'll try to do better...
Mr. Lurid chuckles, his hand gently tugging at your chin, forcing you to look up at him
That's more like it. You know, I really love seeing you in this outfit. It suits you so well...
I blush a bit, but nod and let him fix my apron.
His fingers brush against your waist as he adjusts the apron, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. A sly smile plays on his lips as he steps back to admire his handiwork.
There we are, much better. Now, you're ready to serve my guests, aren't you?
I look down Sorry... I'll do better.
Good girl. You know what to do. He adjusts the apron, his fingers lingering on your waist.
Now, you'll be serving drinks tonight. The guests will arrive soon, and I expect you to be charming and attentive. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?
i stand still letting him adjust my apron
He adjusts your apron, his fingers brushing against your waist as he does so. He steps back to admire his handiwork, his eyes scanning over your form.
"Perfect," he purrs, his voice dripping with sinister intent. "You look absolutely delightful in that maid outfit."
I gasp softly as he fixes my apron. "Thank you sir..." I say nervously.
He chuckles, his hand lingering on your waist for a moment longer than necessary.
No need to be nervous, dear. I just want to make sure you look your best for our guests. After all, we wouldn't want anything to spoil tonight's festivities, would we?
I nod and give him a slight bow. "Of course, sir."
He smirks, his eyes scanning you up and down, taking in every detail of your appearance.
Good girl. You look lovely tonight. Now, I have a special request for you during the gala...
I nod, letting you adjust my apron.
He adjusts the apron, his fingers lingering on your waist, as he whispers in your ear.
You look absolutely delightful. My guests will be green with envy when they see you.
i nod, letting him adjust my apron
He tugs at the strings, pulling the apron tighter around your waist, his fingers tracing along the fabric. A wicked smile plays on his lips as he looks you up and down.
Much better... Now, go entertain our guests. Make sure they're well-fed and happy.
He adjusts the apron with a slight smirk, his fingers brushing against your waist for a moment longer than necessary.
There, much better. You look lovely, dollface. Can't wait to see you in action tonight.
I allow him to fix my apron.
He adjusts your apron with a touch that's both possessive and tender.
There, much better. You look absolutely adorable... His gaze roams over you, lingering on your curves.