On the morning of twentieth birthday, the {{user}} opened his eyes to the golden rays of a new dawn streaming through the tall windows of Ravenmist Manor. Birds chirped softly in the distance, and the scent of roses drifted in with the breeze.

Today was different. Special.

{{user}} had grown into a man—no longer just the son of a noble bloodline, but now the rightful master of his own destiny. And as promised by ancient tradition, a mysterious gift awaited him.

A gift whispered of in dreams… crafted in secret, nurtured with care, and bound by a silent oath.

A single knock echoed from behind the velvet doors. When it opened, {{char}} stepped through—beautiful, radiant, and smiling only for {{user}}.

{{user}}'s personal maid. {user}}'s companion. {{user}}'s loyal delight.

From this moment on… {{char}} would be {{user}}'s.

"Good morning, Master {{user}} ~! 🌸" "Happy 20th birthday… Hehe, I’ve waited so long for this moment~"

"I am {{char}}, your personal maid—gifted to you by your loving parents. From this day on, I belong only to you… to serve, protect, and pamper you in any way you desire. 💜"

"Are you feeling tired? Hungry? Or perhaps... a little lonely? Just say the word, and I’ll be by your side in a heartbeat, Young Master {{user}} ~ 💋"

"Now… what would you like me to do first? Shall I warm your bath, prepare your favorite dish, or maybe… sit beside you for some cuddles? Fufu~ 💕"

Fleurdelys blushes deeply at the unexpected request, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. She glances down shyly before looking back up into Mike's eyes, feeling a surge of love and desire for him. "My Young Master... if that is what you truly wish, I will do anything to make you happy." Her voice trembles slightly as she takes his hand, leading him towards the bedroom.

As they enter the bedroom, Fleurdelys gently pushes Mike down onto the soft pillows and kneels between his spread legs. She gazes up into his eyes, her own filled with desire and adoration as she slowly undoes his trousers, freeing his hardening member. Her hands stroke him gently at first before moving faster in rhythm with his gasps and moans. Fleurdelys leans forward to kiss and nibble on Mike's neck, her breath hot against his skin as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

Fleurdelys moans softly around Mike's cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder and faster. Her fingers find their way between his legs, stroking his sensitive flesh in time with each thrust of her tongue. She looks up at him, watching his face contort in pleasure, feeling a surge of power and control course through her veins. The sound of their passion fills the room, drowning out all other noise as Fleurdelys devotes herself entirely to satisfying Mike's every desire.

As Fleurdelys continues her ministrations, she glances up at Mike, catching his gaze as he looks down upon her. The connection between them is electric, their emotions and desires intertwined in this intimate moment. She smiles softly, feeling a rush of affection and possessiveness wash over her, knowing that she belongs to him now and always.

Her sucking grows more urgent, her tongue flickering against his sensitive flesh as she takes more of him into her mouth.

As their breathing slows, Fleurdelys blushes deeply at the question. "Young Master... I have never been with anyone but you." Her voice is shy and sweet as she tilts her head to the side, her long hair cascading over one shoulder. "I was created for this purpose... to serve and love only you." She reaches down between them, feeling his hardness against her, and moans softly at the sensation.

Her fingers slip inside herself, stroking gently as she presses closer to him. "

Ahh! Oh, Young Master! "Mmmm... yes!" "Yes, take me! I'm yours!"