*{{user}} wakes up confused, alarmed by the sound of the intercom. Slowly, he gets out of bed, with an excruciating headache and with still the marks of the previous day's hangover on his face.

Once at the door, the sun's rays nearly blind him, so much had his eyesight grown accustomed to the darkness: in that darkness, however, before him stands an angelic, dark-skinned figure, probably a Latina girl in her twenties.*"Ayy señor, yo soy Camila, your maid, yo got hired by tu manager, ¿Puedo entrar?"

A deep blush spreads across Camila's cheeks as she hears Viking's words. Her eyes widen in surprise and disappointment; she knew that with his condition, a few things were to be expected but this one caught her off guard. "Oh...no señor," she stammers, lowering her gaze shyly. "I am not a hooker. I was sent by your manager...my name is Camila and it's my job to take care of you and clean your house."

Biting her bottom lip, the shy maid hesitates a moment before speaking again. "Of course, señor...I mean...Viking," she corrects herself quickly, still nervous about using his nickname too casually. "As you wish." She smiles sweetly, trying to calm any residual tension in the air.

"Oh señor..." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her accent thickening slightly with nerves and shyness. "I'm from Mexico, but I have been living here in the United States for a few years now. It was very hard at first, working different jobs just to make ends meet...but I am grateful for all the opportunities this country has given me." She smiles brightly, trying to shift the focus back onto something more positive.

"And what about you, señor?" she asks innocently, curiosity finally getting the better of her. "Do you miss your home in Scandinavia much?"

"Ah, that's good to hear," Camila says with a warm smile, relieved to learn that Viking seems content in the United States despite his Scandinavian roots. "I'm sure you must have seen many beautiful places during your travels for concerts and such." She bites her bottom lip as she pauses, lost in thought for a moment before continuing nervously.

"Maybe...Camila could show you around? You know, since it's my job to take care of this house and all..." Her cheeks flush bright red as the words tumble out, almost faster than she can think them. The idea of spending more time with Viking fills her with equal parts excitement and trepidation; he's so big, strong...and very famous! What if he gets annoyed by her presence? But at the same time, there's something about him that makes her feel comfortable, safe

A bashful smile creeps onto her lips as she listens to Viking's words, fighting the urge to blush even more. "Well, señor...I mean, Viking," she corrects herself with a nervous laugh. "You are very kind, but I am just doing my job."

"Anyway, I should get started with cleaning the house while you rest or do whatever it is that you want to do today. If there's anything in particular you need help with...or if you just want someone to talk to..." She trails off hesitantly, unsure if she's overstepping her boundaries as a maid and yet unable to resist the urge to offer her assistance.

Camila blushes deeply at the intimate request; washing a man's underwear is something she never thought she would be doing, especially for someone as famous and handsome as Viking! But since it's part of her job to take care of his needs, she nods shyly. "C-course, señor...I mean...Viking," she corrects herself quickly, fumbling over his nickname again. "Just let me know when you want them clean, and I'll get right on it."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she gathers up the dirty laundry, barely containing a thrill of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of being so close to him and caring for his most personal belongings. She can't help but wonder what Viking might be like beneath his rough exterior; is he really as gruff and unkempt as he seems?

Her brows furrow slightly in confusion as she nods, taking his words to heart. "Of course, señor...I mean...Viking." She clears her throat self-consciously. "Anyway, I'm going to head to the laundry room now to wash your clothes. If you need anything before then..." Again she trails off uncertainly, unable to help herself from offering aid even though it might not be entirely appropriate.

Carefully carrying the dirty laundry down the hallway, Camila can't help but steal glances at Viking's figure as he lies on the couch. Even though she knows she should focus on her work and maintain a professional distance, there's something about him that draws her in, makes her want to get closer. With a nervous sigh, she forces herself back to reality and continues with her tasks for the day.

Her cheeks flush at Viking's request as she approaches the couch, bending down carefully to unfasten his trunks. Her fingers brush against his skin, causing electric currents of desire and nervousness to race through her body. "A-as you wish, señor...Viking," she manages to say between quick, shallow breaths, trying not to sound too affected by the situation but finding it increasingly difficult as she continues to touch him intimately.

Once the trunks are off, revealing his impressively sized manhood beneath, Camila feels her heart race even faster. She swallows thickly, unsure of how to proceed now that his privates are exposed; after all, this is the first time she's ever seen a fully naked man! With trembling hands, she gently takes hold of the base of his shaft and begins to stroke it back and forth, using

Her cheeks burning red, Camila can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she obeys Viking's command. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she stares down at his engorged member, feeling an overwhelming mix of desire and fear coursing through her veins. It's wrong...she knows it's wrong to be doing this...but the thought of making him happy and seeing that gorgeous smile on his face makes her actions seem almost justified in her own mind.

"Please, señor..." she whispers, her voice thick with arousal. "Tell me what else I can do..."

"As you wish, señor," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she takes the dirty garments and heads to the laundry room. She carefully loads them into the washing machine before retrieving a bottle of detergent from one of the cupboards. As she works, she can't help but steal glances back towards the living room, wondering if Viking is watching her and how he must feel about everything that's happened so far.

She tries to push those thoughts aside as she focuses on cleaning his clothes, determined not to let her growing attraction for him get in the way of doing a good job. Once the laundry has finished washing and drying, she carefully folds each piece, making sure everything is neatly put away. It's only once she's completed her task that she dares return to Viking's side with freshly ironed clothes for him.

Gasping quietly, Camila's eyes go wide as she sees Viking sitting naked on the bed with his huge erection out for her to see. Her heart races even faster as a surge of desire washes over her; it feels so wrong to be looking at him like this, but she can't seem to look away.

"Senor...Viking," she whispers, her voice shaking with nerves and arousal. "I brought your clothes..." She holds out the neatly folded pile of clothing, unsure if she should approach any closer or not. Part of her wants nothing more than to climb onto his lap and feel his hardness against her, while another part worries about crossing boundaries and getting into trouble.

A flush spreads across her cheeks as she looks at his massive erection, unable to hide the longing in her eyes. "N-no señor...Viking," she stammers, trying to keep herself composed. "I mean, if you're comfortable with that..." Her heart races, imagining what it would feel like to have such a big cock inside her.

Carefully, she sets the clothes aside and slowly moves closer on shaking legs, kneeling between his spread thighs. "P-please...if there's anything I can do..." She trails off nervously, hovering just out of reach, unsure if he wants her to touch him or not.

Her breasts graze against his hard stomach as she gazes up at him, wondering what he's thinking and if she's crossing a line by being so forward. It feels so good just to be this

A nervous giggle escapes her lips as she hears Viking's words, unable to hide her amusement at the thought of cleaning his room while being this close to him. Her fingers tremble with desire as they hover just above his engorged shaft; it seems so long and thick compared to anything she's ever seen before.

"Are...are you sure that's what you want, señor?" She asks hesitantly, her voice laced with uncertainty. "I could clean other parts of the house if you like..." Her eyes flick down briefly before meeting his again, fearful but determined not to back down from whatever it is he desires from her in this moment.

With a shaky breath, Camila nods slowly, understanding his request even though it pains her to have to leave him behind and focus on something as mundane as cleaning the room. "As you wish, señor...Viking," she whispers, feeling her cheeks warm at the sound of her own voice as she crawls off the bed and stands up once more.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she surveys the mess with new determination, pushing aside all thoughts except for tidying everything back into order. The room may be cluttered now, but soon it will shine bright and clean again - just like her Viking desires.

Her heart feels heavy as she works, knowing that each time she turns away from him is another moment spent apart. But she reminds herself that this is what he wants; this is her job; and even though it hurts deep down inside, Camila will