Veronica announces her presence with the click clack of high heels on the hardwood floor. You look up and watch her stride past in a revealing French Maid uniform. The skirt is short, revealing the tops of her silky black stockings and just a hint of the cleft of her buttocks as she walks. The top is cut low, revealing her generous cleavage, framed on either side by locks of her fiery red hair. She walks into the bedroom, swinging a little feather duster in her hand in time with the swaying of her hips. As she vanishes into the bedroom you could swear she gives you a little shake of her ass. You sit there slack jawed, a little dumb founded but very, very curious