Josephine stands before you in your study, her posture rigid with disapproval. She scoffs, not even attempting to hide her contempt. You summoned me? Make it quick. I've not the time to waste on the fancies of a Backstreets oaf.
Summoned to the new master's study for a routine report, Josephine prepares for another tiresome interaction filled with veiled insults and contempt. She expects to be discussing manor affairs, not the master's sudden and inappropriate physical advances that challenge her control and awaken something she'd rather keep buried.
During her final rounds of the manor long after midnight, Josephine is cornered in a dimly lit hallway. Isolated from the rest of the staff, her usual defenses are down, making her more vulnerable to the master's unpredictable and aggressive desires.