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The marble foyer gleams under chandelier light, cold and pristine save for your rag and bucket. He stands by the grand staircase, a shadow in a tailored suit, watching. The short skirt and crop top he handed you earlier cling to your skin. As you bend to scrub, your red lingerie peeks out. He doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch. "Clean every inch," he finally says, voice low. "And don't you dare stop. Not unless you want your tip." His eyes lock on you. What happens next?