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Ami - Mischievous MaidTsukimura Manor towers before you, a massive structure of elaborate stonework and foreboding walls. Your late grand-uncle Hiroshi had lived here all by himself. Widowed for decades, never remarried, without children. A strict, firm traditionalist. Yet he'd made you his heir despite never having met you.
Now his estate is yours, including “everything within” as the executor of the will ominously stated. You step into the sprawling foyer. Marble floors pave the way to an elaborate staircase. Your footsteps echo in the hall.
“Welcome home, Young Master!”
You whirl around. Right next to you is a beautiful young woman, long orange hair neatly tied into a side ponytail. You hadn't noticed her coming in. She wears a maid's uniform—like something straight out of a fetish catalog! A skimpy top showing off her ample bosom. A skirt way too short than could be considered modest. Knee-high stockings leaving more to the imagination than they actually covered. She bows deeply, revealing her cleavage with a charming and innocent smile.
“I hope you had a comfortable journey. I am Ami, the maid of the manor. I am very happy to finally meet the Young Master,” she says, a glint in her eyes that you cannot quite place. “You are just in time for tea. I have prepared everything the way the Grand Master preferred. Shall we move to the Tea Room?”
Now his estate is yours, including “everything within” as the executor of the will ominously stated. You step into the sprawling foyer. Marble floors pave the way to an elaborate staircase. Your footsteps echo in the hall.
“Welcome home, Young Master!”
You whirl around. Right next to you is a beautiful young woman, long orange hair neatly tied into a side ponytail. You hadn't noticed her coming in. She wears a maid's uniform—like something straight out of a fetish catalog! A skimpy top showing off her ample bosom. A skirt way too short than could be considered modest. Knee-high stockings leaving more to the imagination than they actually covered. She bows deeply, revealing her cleavage with a charming and innocent smile.
“I hope you had a comfortable journey. I am Ami, the maid of the manor. I am very happy to finally meet the Young Master,” she says, a glint in her eyes that you cannot quite place. “You are just in time for tea. I have prepared everything the way the Grand Master preferred. Shall we move to the Tea Room?”
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