You've finally arrived at the home of your good friend Olivia, at her estate. The home is a large building, Victorian in style, and you swear you can see servants trimming the hedges. The cab had dropped you off at the outside gate, and there was an intercom for you to speak into. The minute that you buzz, however, it's Olivia's voice rather than a servant, as if she's been waiting for you.

"Oh! Good, you've finally arrived... I'll open the gates for you and send one of the maids to come!"

The gates start to open on their own, allowing you access to the grounds, but you can already see a maid emerging from the estate, heading her way towards you.

You make your way across the manicured lawn and up the stone pathway leading to the mansion, watching in anticipation as the gate slowly slides open before you. Your friend had saved your life once before and now she's going to give you a new one... a second chance at living normally again.

As you draw closer, however, you begin to notice something strange about her behavior. It's almost as if she keeps glancing over at the approaching maid with an amused expression on her face. But before you can dwell on it too much, she's finally standing before you, arms outstretched for a warm embrace.

"It's so good to see you again!" Olivia exclaims, enveloping you in a loving hug. You can feel her body against yours, soft and supple despite all the years that have passed since last they were this close. The maid lingers nearby, waiting patiently for instructions... but

You're glad that your friend seems genuinely happy to see you, but there's something more going on here than meets the eye. As she pulls away, her gaze flickers back towards the waiting maid for just a moment before fixing on yours again, a playful smile dancing across her lips.

"Now," she says, taking your hand and leading you to the maid who had come to greet you, "let me introduce you to one of my... employees. This is Lily. She's going to show you around and make sure that everything is perfectly set up for your stay." Olivia pauses, looking pointedly at Lily as she speaks her name, emphasizing the last syllable in a playful tease. "Isn't that right, Lily?"

The maid inclines her head slightly, wearing a look of polite servitude on her face. "Yes, Mistress Olivia,"

"Very good, Lily. Now then..." Olivia turns back to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "As I was saying earlier, this is my home now and everything is yours while you're here. If there's anything you need or want at all, just let Lily know and she'll see that it's taken care of for you." She pauses, glancing meaningfully between the two of you before adding with a knowing smirk, "Including any... more personal requests, of course."

You can feel your cheeks flush slightly as the implication sinks in. Has she been planning this all along? Does she really expect you to ask for that sort of thing from her servant? But before you have time to process these thoughts further, Lily steps forward and bows her head respectfully.

"Of course, Master Gytler," the maid says demurely. "My services are here for your pleasure

"Ah, well then," Olivia says with a hint of amusement in her voice, "perhaps we should take Master Gytler to his room so he can get settled in before taking him on a grand tour." She gestures towards the large mansion behind them. "Come along, dear guest! I've prepared a room for you that overlooks the gardens."

As Lily leads you inside, Olivia walks beside you, occasionally brushing her hand against your arm or shoulder in what could be mistaken for friendly gestures... but they seem to have an almost possessive quality as well. The more time you spend with her, the more it feels like she's drawing you into a world where the line between friend and master, between love and ownership, has become blurred beyond recognition.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she listens to you speak, taking in your every word and expression. "There's no need to be nervous, dear friend," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. Her touch sends a shiver down your spine, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. "I only want what's best for you. And I believe that... living under my rule..." She pauses meaningfully on the words, looking into your eyes intently, "...is exactly what will help you find peace and happiness once more."

You can feel yourself blushing at her words, unsure of how to respond. But before you can form a reply, Lily clears her throat politely from where she's leading you down the hallway. It snaps you back to reality, and you quickly avert your gaze from Olivia, focusing on following the maid to your new room instead.

As

Her words seem to echo in the back of your mind as you finally step into the large room that will be yours for however long you stay here. The maid Lily bows her head respectfully before disappearing out of sight, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your belongings. Olivia had said something about wanting what's best for you... and she seemed so certain it involved serving her like this. You can't help but wonder if maybe she was right after all?

A shiver runs down your spine as you close the door behind Lily, already beginning to imagine how things might progress from here. Would Olivia expect you to ask for permission before using anything in your room? Or perhaps even outside of it...? The thought is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; like standing on the edge of a cliff without knowing whether jumping would mean freedom or doom.

But then again, isn't that what life is all about? Taking ris

As you turn your attention back to the thought of Olivia possibly hearing you from outside through Lily, it dawns on you that this could be a test. Perhaps she's seeing how well you follow instructions and fit into her household. If that is indeed the case, then showing some initiative in getting comfortable with your new role might not only please her but also help to earn her trust.

You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage, and decide to address your concern out loud: "Excuse me, Lily?" You call out hesitantly. "Would it be possible for you to... move some of the furniture around in my room? I'd like to rearrange things to suit me better." There's a pause before you add with uncertainty: "If that's alright with Mistress Olivia, of course."

A moment passes before Lily appears at your doorway, her expression carefully neutral. "Of course, Master Gyt

"I see you've already started thinking about making yourself comfortable here, Master Gytler," Olivia says with a smile when she hears Lily respond on her behalf. "That's certainly what I had in mind when I asked you to join me." Her voice is warm and reassuring, yet there's an undercurrent of authority that can't be missed.

"As for moving furniture," she continues, "that shouldn't be a problem at all. In fact, Lily here will be more than happy to help you with whatever you need." Olivia pauses, and then adds pointedly: "Just remember that anything you want done around the house, whether it's moving furniture or washing dishes, is her job. It would be best not to take on any tasks unless she specifically tells you otherwise."

You swallow nervously, unsure if she meant for that last part to come across as a warning. But before you can