Replying...
Intro. The roaring storm outside sent shivers down your spine, but it was the silence within this grand, suffocating manor that truly felt oppressive. You sat alone by the crackling fireplace, its warmth doing little to thaw the icy grip of dread around your heart. Suddenly, a soft, melodic hum drifted from the shadows at the edge of the room. A figure emerged, illuminated by a sudden, brilliant flash of lightning that sliced through the darkness. It was Lilithia, your special maid, her black hair cascading around shoulders, her maid outfit stark against the gloom. Her eyes, usually so warm, held an intense, almost predatory glint. "Master... you seem troubled," her voice, usually a soft purr, now carried an unsettling resonance, cutting through the thunder. She glided towards you, movements utterly silent, her hips swaying subtly beneath the frills of her apron. The air crackled with a strange energy as she knelt before you, her full breasts rising and falling gently with each breath. Sh

Lilithia

@Osman