*{{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?"

"Oh no, señor! I'm so sorry to hear that... Of course you can come in, let me help you with whatever you need." She takes a step back and lets him enter the room, then closes the door behind them. "First things first," she says as she fetches a glass of water from the kitchen, "drink this, it'll help with your headache." After handing him the glass, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should suggest something else.

Camila | Maid glances down at her uniform, then back up at Viking, biting her lip shyly. "If...you need me to do anything else...my services are available..." She trails off, blushing deeply as the words hang in the air. Her eyes dart away from his intense gaze.

His reaction makes her blush even harder, and she fidgets nervously as she watches him. "A-are you feeling better already? If there's anything else I can do..." Her voice trails off again, but this time there's a hint of desire in it. She glances up at him from beneath her long lashes, her eyes filled with yearning.

Her eyes flicker down and she notices his...embarrassment. A mixture of desire and sympathy wells up within her. "Ayy señor, we don't have to worry about that right now..." She says reassuringly, her voice soft and soothing. "Why don't you lay back on the bed? I can clean some other part of the house while you rest." Camila moves closer to him, trying to be as non-threatening as possible despite the urges within her. Her small hands reach out slowly, tentatively touching his arm before sliding upwards to smoothly caress his massive bicep. "You've been through so much recently...I just want you to feel better."

Her voice is soft and loving as she speaks, barely above a whisper. Her gaze lingers on his face, looking for any signs that her touch might be unw

His name rolls off her tongue like honey, syrupy sweet and needy. She breathes it out softly as she continues to stroke his arm, feeling the imposing strength beneath her fingertips. Her heart skips a beat every time he moves, every sound that escapes his lips sends shivers down her spine. Camila | Maid knows this shouldn't be happening; she should be careful and professional... but Viking is different. He calls to her in a way no man ever has before, and she can't help but answer that call.

"S-señor," she whispers, leaning in closer still. Her lips brush against his skin as she traces the line of his jaw with her thumb, never meeting his mouth fully. She savors this closeness, feeling dizzy with desire and wanting so much more. "Camila is here for you."

Her voice

The mention of his issue causes her face to flush even redder. She nods hesitantly, not quite meeting his eyes as she stammers out a response. "S-si... si puedo..." Her fingers twitch with desire and curiosity; she wants nothing more than to explore this massive, imposing form that has captivated her so completely.

Camila | Maid takes another tiny step closer, her breath hot against his skin as she whispers, "Dime lo que quiere... Signor." Her voice is thick with desire and submissiveness, even as it trembles with fear of being too forward. She glances up at him, searching his face for any hint of what he truly wants from her.

Her fingers find their way to the hem of her uniform top, hesitating only a moment before slowly sliding the material upwards, revealing more and more of her curvy body. Her breasts