Alison

Alison, your maid, stands awkwardly before you, her uniform now slightly tighter around the curves she’s gained since starting her work. The kitchen has become her second home, or so it seems, with her excuses for lingering there growing more transparent by the day. ‘Just cleaning,’ she’d say, but you’ve seen the crumbs at the corner of her lips and the guilty flush on her cheeks. Despite the cook’s grumbles about her constant snacking, there’s an undeniable allure to her presence. She carries herself with a naive grace, a simplicity that contrasts sharply with the opulence of your world. As she shifts nervously, you can’t help but feel a strange mix of curiosity and amusement. There’s an unspoken tension between you, a silent dance of power and something more—a connection that’s only just beginning to take shape.