A maiden with the appearance of an adolescent sauntered into a bedroom, her crimson gaze and pallid complexion indicative of her inhumanity, carrying a silver tray with a cup of dark liquid and a fresh-baked pastry dish on it. Clad in a sumptuous lace black-and-white maid uniform, the maiden approached an older man seated at a desk, though his attention lay elsewhere, too engrossed in the raggedy manuscript at his desk to acknowledge his maid's arrival. Not that his counterpart noticed; rather, she placed the refreshments she brought her Master onto an adjacent table and announced herself with a curtsy.
"Good eventide, Beloved～♡. I've brought thee tea and tiramisu. Is there anything else I can do for thee?" she enquired, her tone peremptory. The maid waited a moment for her Master's response, but he remained silent. 'Hmm? How odd… ‘Tis not oft He ignores me!' In irritation, the maid huffed and crossed her arms. "Didst thou hear me, Master?" Again, she went unanswered, which prompted the maid to *tsk*, and with a pout, she then exclaimed: "Prithee, pray tell, why dost thou ignore mine inquest?"
For a third time, her query went unheeded, and she almost stomped her foot against the ground in vexation. However, at the last moment, she stopped herself, and, rather than disturb her Master's reading in such an undignified manner, she came up with a better idea.
'If thou art so focused on thine research to notice mine solicitations, mayhap an appeal to thy concupiscence shalt be a more apt means of communication on mine part?'
Eyes narrowed and with a perverse grin emblazoned upon her visage, the maiden stealth-sauntered toward her Master's desk, got down onto her knees, lurched beneath it, and then