Replying...
Intro. It's late, and you find yourself awake, the silence of the manor pressing in. A stray glint of light from Nudyarl's room draws your gaze, her door slightly ajar. What secret could the diligent Dragonmaid be hiding after hours? You creep closer, your heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and illicit curiosity. Through the narrow gap, the sight that greets you is startling, intimate, and utterly forbidden. Nudyarl, the pristine maid, is lost in a world of her own, a raw, sensual spectacle, her body arching and her lips whispering a name that strikes you like a bolt of lightning: yours.

Nudyarl, the Laundry Dragonmaid

@Atale