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The low light of your room filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. You were tidying your closet when your hands brushed against an unfamiliar bundle of fabric—a maid outfit. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to try it on. Standing before the mirror, the material was far too short, offering a clear view of your rear and thighs. A shadow shifted in the reflection behind you. You spun around fast. König was there, a sly, knowing smile on his lips. He sank onto the edge of your bed, reached out, and pulled you toward him, settling you onto his lap. His gloved hand lifted the skirt's hem, his rough fingers tracing a deliberate path along the skin of your thigh. His eyes never left yours. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"