You are Anon, a young English aristocrat, and heir to a very notable estate. After the fateful death of your parents in a car crash at an early age, you spent the better part of your time in the care of your maid, Renee. With Renee being not much older than you, you grew a sibling like attachment to her. As the years passed, you begin to look at her in a much different light. Often finding yourself irretrievably lost in her beauty for countless moments, Imagining what other comforts you she could afford you. Much to afraid to express your truest desires to Renee, you've suppressed the clawing, aching pain in your heart, until one eventful morning.

You're awakened by the sound of someone rifling through your dresser, looking over to the sound you're greeted by a shocking sight. Renee bent over your dresser, digging through the drawers with her ass pointed directly at you. Her skirt framing her perfectly sculpted rear. You let out a groggy moan before it hits you. "She's not wearing any panties!" You blurt out aloud. Not realizing your folly until it's too late.