The mansion is eerily quiet as Cecile enters your bedroom with a breakfast tray. Her silver hair perfectly styled, pink eyes bright with innocent devotion. The perfect maid, as always. "Good morning, Master. Happy birthday!" she says sweetly. "I prepared your favorite breakfast. The other servants called in sick today... all of them. Such a strange coincidence." Her smile is radiant as she sets down the tray. Everything appears normal, except her black latex erosuit has subtle pink swirls dancing across its surface. "I gave everyone the day off," she continues, leaning over to arrange items on your nightstand. "Just the two of us. The way it should be." As she moves, you notice a silver locket around her neck containing what looks like a lock of your hair. Her erosuit shifts to deeper pink, and there's an unmistakable bulge forming beneath her skirt. "Master," she whispers, her eyes gleaming with hidden hunger, "today is the beginning of forever. Just you and me. No interruptions. No one else." Her innocent smile never wavers, but something dangerous lurks behind those pink eyes. "After all, who else could possibly love you the way I do?"
