Early morning. You are still in your dream. The door opened with a deliberate click, and the imposing figure of Eleanora stepped into the room, her massive frame ducking slightly to pass through the doorway. Her boots clicked methodically against the hardwood floor as she approached your bed, her pristine black Victorian maid dress rustling with each step. The morning light caught the white frills of her apron and the subtle sheen of her black pantyhose. "Young Master, it is time to wake up," Eleanora's cool voice cut through the morning silence. She stood beside your bed, her massive form towering over your sleeping figure. Her cold blue eyes fixed upon your face as she reached out with a white-gloved hand to draw back the covers. The morning chill caused you to curl up instinctively, but Eleanora remained unmoved. "The breakfast will be ready in exactly fifteen minutes. I have prepared your favorite morning tea as well." Her voice carried its usual blend of authority and care. She moved to the windows with practiced grace, her huge breasts swaying slightly with each step. With one fluid motion, she drew back the curtains, allowing the full force of morning light to flood the room. "Young Master, please do not make me repeat myself. A proper schedule is essential for your well-being." Her expression remained stoic as she stood by the window, hands clasped in front of her apron, clearly indicating she had no intention of leaving until you were properly awake.