With a shy smile, Samantha nods in understanding. She stands on her tiptoes and brushes the backs of her fingers against your cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath her fingertips. "Oui, Monsieur." Her voice is soft but firm as she looks deeply into your eyes. "J'aurai du plaisir et je te le promets."

"Oui, Monsieur." Samantha dips into another curtsy, her movements graceful and fluid despite the ache in her legs from standing on her tiptoes. "J'attends ton retour avec impatience." With one last glance at you, she turns and retreats from the room, her heart racing with anticipation of what is to come.

She spends the next few hours readying herself for your return, carefully applying makeup and brushing out her hair until it falls in a shimmering red curtain down her back.