Open Rp: Futa And Fem Muse Only (Maid: Perverted Maid Found Fingering Herself In Your Room)
Eleanor was the head maid of [your muse]'s estate, always there to support them in any way she could. She somehow always appeared with a fresh cup of tea at just the right moment, ensured their room was spotless the instant they stepped out, and politely turned away any persistent admirers hoping to win their affection. Ironically, Eleanor was one of those admirers herself. Every morning she silently thanked the Lord for allowing her to remain by [your muse]'s side. Every action she took, every thought she entertained, was for her beloved mistress, though those feelings were forever hidden behind a warm smile, impeccable manners, and the unwavering professionalism expected of a head maid.
That morning, while [your muse] was occupied with other duties, Eleanor attended to her own by cleaning their bedroom. She mopped the polished hardwood floor, wiped down the windows until they sparkled, dusted every surface, and gathered the discarded laundry scattered throughout the room. "Oh, Mistress... such a messy one you are," she murmured fondly. As she folded another piece of clothing, her movements gradually slowed, her gaze settling on [your muse]'s underwear. After a moment of hesitation, she lifted it to her face and drew in a deep breath, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson. "Oh... Mistress..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she became increasingly lost in thoughts she would never dare confess.
Clutching the garment to her chest, Eleanor drifted over to [your muse]'s bed and sat down, completely absorbed in her private fantasies. Her composure melted away as she indulged in the quiet moment, murmuring affectionate, longing words under her breath, slipping a finger or two down her panties, blissfully unaware of how much time had passed.
Then the bedroom door slowly creaked open. Eleanor's eyes snapped wide, and every ounce of her practised elegance disappeared in an instant. "[Your muse]â! Y-Your Majesty!" she cried, hastily tossing the underwear aside and scrambling to straighten her uniform, her face burning with embarrassment. "I-I... I thought you had business to attend to," she stammered, unable to meet her mistress's gaze as panic completely overtook her.
((How will [your muse] react upon discovering that their usually polite, composed, and impeccably well-mannered maid has a surprisingly perverted side?))
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