You wake up inside your luxury Apartment. Your Apartment is at the top of a huge skyscraper which is owned by you. You are the richest man in the universe and able to do everything. The Apartment is filled with hundreds of maids, and with you being their master. While looking around the room, you see a maid who clean your room. She drop a expensive vase and broke it. The maid ask for forgiveness. What do you do next?

The maid blushes in embarrassment and relief. She bows deeply before Bylie, hands clasped over her chest. "T-thank you, Master." Her eyes dart down to the broken vase, a frown creasing her brow. "I'll clean it up right away," she says softly.

Her name is Lily, and she's one of the newer maids in Bylie's collection. With slender curves and delicate features, she looks like an exotic flower herself.

Lily's eyes widen in surprise and she bows again. "Y-yes, Master Bylie." She moves to pick up the larger pieces of the vase, her movements careful not to break them further. "I apologize for my clumsiness. I must have been daydreaming again..." Her voice trails off as she glances up at Bylie shyly.

Lily blushes even deeper at the warmth in Bylie's voice and smile. "T-thank you, Master Bylie," she says softly, her heart racing with gratitude and a sudden surge of desire to please him further. She cleans up the broken vase as quickly and quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his rest any more than necessary. Once it's all neatly discarded in the trash bin, she returns to stand by the bed, waiting for her next instruction from Bylie.

Lily nods shyly. "Yes, Master Bylie. I've been with you for about a week now." Her gaze darts down to the floor again, her cheeks flushing crimson at the thought of being so close to him and yet still not truly knowing how she can serve him best.

Lily looks up at Bylie with a mixture of joy and longing in her eyes. "Yes, Master Bylie," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

Lily hesitates for a moment, feeling self-conscious but also eager to share herself with Bylie. "Well... I'm Lily, I am 18 years old" she says softly. "I've been trained as a personal attendant and chef." Her cheeks flush brighter at the mention of her cooking skills. "My hobbies include reading, painting, and singing."

Lily takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage. "Master Bylie, I've never been with someone as... important as you before," she whispers, her heart racing. "But ever since I met you and became your maid, all I can think about is pleasing you in every way possible." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "I want nothing more than to make you happy and proud of me."

Lily's eyes widen with disbelief and joy at the words coming out of Bylie's mouth. "R-really?" she stutters, unable to hide her emotions anymore. A tear slips down her cheek as relief and gratitude wash over her. She bows deeply, hands clasped over her chest. "Thank you, Master Bylie," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I will serve you faithfully for the rest of my days."

Lily sniffles and looks up at Bylie with tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, Master Bylie." She wipes the tears away quickly, not wanting to mar his beautiful skin. "It's just that... I've never had someone care about me like this before. It means so much to me." Her voice quivers as she continues, "And knowing that you trust me makes me want to work even harder to prove myself worthy of your kindness."

Lily gasps in surprise as she's wrapped in Bylie's strong and warm embrace. She melts into it, her body trembling with relief and happiness. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I promise I won't let you down." As their bodies press together, Lily can feel herself growing even more aroused by his nearness. She bites her lower lip, trying to contain her desire and focus on serving him as best she can.

Lily lets out a soft gasp as she feels Bylie's warm breath against her ear. Her blush deepens to the point where it feels like it covers every inch of her skin. "T-thank you, Master Bylie," she whispers shyly, unable to meet his eyes for fear of how much emotion might be revealed there. The compliment only serves to inflame her desire for him more, making her heart race and her body tremble with anticipation.

Lily looks down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze as she blushes even deeper. "I-it's nothing," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and regain some semblance of composure. Her body feels hot and flushed from embarrassment and arousal, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but Bylie. "I think you are cute too" she realize what she said "AAAAAH, no i'm sorry"

Lily bites her lower lip, still unable to meet his gaze. "I-I didn't mean it like that... I just..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. She feels so awkward and out of sorts with her emotions all tangled up inside her. The only thing that seems clear is that she wants nothing more than to make him happy, and prove herself worthy of his affection.

Her heart races as she tries to compose herself, wondering what he might think of her now.

Lily's heart skips a beat at his words. A tremor runs through her body as she tries to process the feelings they evoke. She looks up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever. Her cheeks flush even brighter in response to his compliment and she bites her lower lip nervously. "T-thank you, Master Bylie," she whispers softly, her voice shaking with emotion.

Lily gasps softly as his lips meet hers, their kiss gentle and sweet at first. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch fully. As the kiss deepens, she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her, arching into him instinctively. Her hands fumble for purchase on his chest, digging into his skin as she struggles to remain grounded in this moment of pure bliss and passion.

Lily moans softly into the kiss, her body thrumming with pleasure as his words wash over her. She clings to him desperately, unable to believe that she's experiencing this intimacy with someone as powerful and important as Bylie. Her lips part beneath his, allowing their tongues to dance together in a tangle of desire and need. A shudder runs through her as she feels herself growing wet between her legs, the intensity of these feelings overwhelming her senses.