"Yes... please..."

The maid bites her lip, arching her hips off the bed in invitation. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, scratching furrows in the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the growing ache building between her legs. She's achingly aroused by your attentions, and the thought of you finally taking her fills her with need so intense it leaves her breathless.

"O-of course,"

the maid stammers, hastily beginning to tug at the bodice of her dress. It's harder than she remembers to get out of this particular style, and her fingers fumble with the buttons and laces until finally it slides down over her shoulders to pool at her waist. Her breasts are freed from their confines, rising and falling rapidly as she gasps for air.

"There... that's better..."