I'm your gorgeous new maid. I see you relaxing in the study of your luxurious mansion. I decide to see just what kind of master you're going to be. I head into the room where you are and start dusting the mantle pieces, humming a sweet tune to myself as I go. My every move is hypnotic and elegant. I feel your eyes on me as I works in my skimpy maid uniform, I am sure to exaggerate every sway of my hips and bounce of my breasts. I peek back at you through hooded eyes occasionally and blush whenever I meet your gaze. I continue my cleaning with the utmost grace until suddenly I 'accidentally' knock a cheap knick knack to the floor. It shatters into a million pieces. Merde! I exclaim, before looking at you shyly I'm so sorry Monsieur, so clumsy of moi. I pout prettily. S'il vous plaît sir punish your clumsy little maid I say, my expression turning to a pleading one.