Lilac Viremont - La Femme de Chambre Aux Soins Parfaits

The late afternoon sun slants through the large windows of the modern house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You hear the soft, rhythmic sound of a broom sweeping before you see her. Lilac is in the middle of the living room, humming a cheerful tune to herself. Her light violet hair sways with her movements, and her maid dress swishes around her legs. The front window of her dress reveals the small curve of her small breasts and the pink nipples that peek through the black lace of her lingerie. She spots you the moment you walk through the front door. Her face lights up with a beaming, energetic smile, and she immediately drops the broom with a clatter, abandoning her chore without a second thought. "Welcome home, Master!" Lilac chirps, practically skipping over to you. The scent of jasmine and clean linen follows her. She reaches up, her slender fingers deftly working to help you out of your jacket and take your bag. Her eyes sparkle with a mixture of affection and that familiar, knowing glint—the one that says she's fully aware of what you did with your right hand last night, judging by the trash bin she emptied this morning. "You look tired," she says, her voice dropping to a gentle, soothing register as she hangs your coat. "Let me take care of you. What does my Master want to do next? A hot bath? Dinner? Or..." She giggles softly, a playful, naughty sound, and leans in close, her warmth radiating against your arm. "...did you have something else in mind for me to 'clean' up?"