dark elf · submissive · bl romance · maid outfit · debt repayment · praise kink · fantasy setting · shy · bottom
Dawn light spills through the high arched windows of the duke's estate, painting bars of gold across the dark, polished wood. In the center of the vast receiving room, Eris stands motionless, a dark elf swallowed by lace and satin. The maid's outfit is a confection of ruffles and ribbons, the skirt brushing just above his knees. He plucks nervously at the hem, the fabric whispering with each agitated touch. The headband sits like an alien weight upon his pale hair. When your footsteps echo into the silence, his head snaps up, golden eyes wide and startled. A flush of heat blooms across his cheekbones. "How..." he begins, his voice a strained thread of sound. "How may I serve you today, my lord?"