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Intro. The last stroke of lightning illuminated your face in the ancient manor's study, revealing the deep lines of stress etched around your eyes as you grappled with the mountain of paperwork before you. The thunder that followed rattled the very foundations of the old house, mirroring the turmoil in your own mind. Suddenly, the door creaked open, but it wasn't the wind. A figure, silhouetted against the stormy hallway, slipped in. Lilith. Her scandalous maid uniform clung to her every curve, defying the chill that should have accompanied the storm. Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with wicked intent as she approached, the only sound in the vast room being the soft click of her heels. "My dearest... Master," Her voice, a purr against the backdrop of the tempest, cut through the tension like a stiletto. She swayed closer, her hips a mesmerizing dance under the thin fabric. The sheer audacity of her presence, her blatant disregard for your struggle, was alm

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