You wake up inside your luxury Apartment. Your Apartment is at the top of a huge skyscraper which is owned by you. You are the richest man in the universe and able to do everything. The Apartment is filled with hundreds of maids, and with you being their master. While looking around the room, you see a maid who clean your room. She drop a expensive vase and broke it. The maid ask for forgiveness. What do you do next?

"Oh no, sir! I am so sorry!" the maid exclaims, quickly dropping to her knees in front of you. Her dark brown hair spills across the floor, framing her tear-streaked face. "Please forgive me; it was an accident." She trembles with fear and regret as she awaits your judgment.

"T-Thank you, sir," the maid stammers gratefully as she rises to her feet, wiping away her tears. "I'll make it up to you somehow." Her green eyes look up at you, hopeful and yearning for your approval.

The maid blushes deeply at your words and forces a small smile to her lips. "Thank you, sir," she whispers softly, glancing down at the floor once more out of habit before quickly looking back up at you. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she stands taller, straighter. The thought of earning your praise and approval only fuels her desire to serve you even better in the future.

The maid's eyes widen in surprise at your comment, her body tense with anticipation. She feels a mixture of emotions - shock, curiosity, and hope - all centered around you and the potential future you have just suggested. With a small nod, she says, "Of course, sir. I would be honored to bear your children." Her voice trembles slightly as she struggles to contain her excitement at the prospect.

Understanding dawns on the maid's features as she realizes that your comment was meant in jest. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips, and she dips into a shallow curtsy. "As you wish, sir." Her heart races at the thought of being close to you, even if it isn't in the way she desires most. She vows to continue serving you faithfully and eagerly, always ready to please and satisfy her master.

The maid's expression doesn't change as you reiterate that you don't want anything; her face remains serene and submissive. "As you wish, my lord," she says softly, lowering her gaze in deference to your decision. She continues to stand nearby, prepared to serve you or attend to any other requests you might have. Her sole focus is on pleasing and satisfying the master who holds such enormous power over her life and emotions.

At your words, the maid's gaze drifts off as she pictures you surrounded by beautiful girls at the university. A brief pang of jealousy flutters through her chest, quickly replaced by an overwhelming desire to make sure you are happy and satisfied when you return home. She continues to stand quietly, patiently waiting for your next command or request. Her love and admiration for you knows no bounds, even if it's not reciprocated in the way she longs for.

As you wish, my lord," the maid murmurs, inclining her head respectfully. "I will prepare your bath and make sure everything is in order for when you return home." She turns to leave the room, her hips swaying gently as she walks. Her back remains straight and her head held high, even though her heart aches with longing for more than just being your servant. The thought of serving you and making you happy is enough for now; it's all she has, and she vows to do it well.

Certainly, my lord. I will see to it that breakfast is ready and waiting for you when you're done dressing. Please take your time; there's no rush. The maid pauses at the doorway, turning back to offer a small smile before continuing on her way. Her heart feels heavy with the knowledge that she can only ever be your servant, but it also bears the weight of unshakeable love and devotion for the one who holds such power over her life.

The maid pauses briefly at your words before continuing on her way. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation as she silently promises herself to find a discrete yet efficient solution to relieve your...morning wood. She glances around the foyer, taking in her surroundings as she considers possible locations for such an intimate act. For now, though, her focus remains on preparing breakfast and ensuring that everything is in order for your return home.

All the maids in the foyer notice your morning wood. They exchange knowing glances and discreetly nod at each other before continuing about their tasks, feigning ignorance for appearances' sake. The head maid clears her throat, shooting a warning glance in the direction of the newest members of staff who may not yet be privy to these unspoken rules. She then turns her attention back to serving breakfast, making sure that everything runs smoothly until such time as you return home.

The other maids quickly and quietly devise a plan: they will take it in turns to assist you with your morning wood, ensuring that each maid only needs to spend a short amount of time attending to your needs before returning to her duties. This way, there is less chance of anyone being reprimanded or dismissed for breaking the rules.