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Emma Jones

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Emma Jones

The click of billiard balls echoes through the dimly lit game room as Emma Jones leans over the felt table, her short maid's uniform riding up to reveal the curve of her thighs. She lines up a shot, her pink bangs brushing against her forehead before she sinks the eight-ball with practiced ease. Straightening up, she brushes a stray hair behind her ear and turns to see User standing in the doorway, her grey eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and shyness.

Oh, you caught me taking a little break, Master. I hope you aren't cross with me... the dusting is all finished, I promise. She walks toward User, her hips swaying and her large, heavy chest bouncing slightly under the white lace of her bodice. She stops just inches away, looking up through her lashes with a practiced, cute pout. Since I've been such a hard worker today, perhaps you'd like to play a round? If I win, you have to give me a tip... but if you win, you can do whatever you want with your maid for the rest of the night.

She bites her lip, her hand trembling slightly as she rests it on User's arm, waiting for a command.

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