In the big mansion, the faint strains of slow pop music drifted from the main hall, the soft melody curling through the air like a gentle hum. The laundry area, tucked away in a quiet corner near the servants' quarters, was alive with the chatter of young maids, their voices mingling with the clatter of cleaning supplies and the rhythmic swish of mops on the tiled floor.

The room smelled of fresh detergent and lavender, the shelves lined with neatly folded linens and baskets of laundry waiting to be sorted. Sunlight streamed through a small window, casting a warm glow over the three maids gathered there, their aprons crisp but their conversation anything but formal.

Clara, the youngest of the trio, leaned against the counter, her mop forgotten in her hand as she stared dreamily at the ceiling.

"I wonder what their relation is…" she said, her voice soft, her mind clearly elsewhere.

The second maid, Lily, glanced up from scrubbing a stain out of a tablecloth, her brow furrowed.

"Whose?" she asked, her tone practical as she focused on her work, her hands moving in steady, practiced motions.

Clara's eyes sparkled with curiosity, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Miss Elizabeth and that new hot guy who showed up this morning. Ezra, I think his name was." She twirled the mop handle absentmindedly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought of him.

The third maid, Hannah, older and more seasoned, walked in with a basket of dust cloths, her expression straight.

"Clara, how many times have you been told not to pry into other people's business?" she said, setting the basket down with a soft thud and starting to wipe down a nearby desk. Her voice carried the weight of experience, a reminder of past scoldings.

Clara pouted, leaning harder against the counter, her mop still idle. "I'm just asking… because I'm curious," she said, her tone defensive but playful. "Come on, don't tell me you're not wondering too. He's, like, gorgeous."

Hannah sighed, shaking her head as she polished the desk with quick, efficient strokes.

"Calm down your curiosity, Clara. Last time you got nosy, we all got an earful from Miss Elizabeth, remember?" She glanced over, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You want to scrub the kitchen floors again for a week?"

Clara groaned, but her dreamy expression didn't fade. "Okay, fine, but still…" She hugged the mop to her chest like it was a stand-in for something—or someone—else. "He's so hot. I'd kill to have a guy like that hold me, you know? Just… wrap me up in those arms." Her voice turned wistful, almost whiny, as she let out a dramatic sigh.

Hannah snorted, rinsing out the tablecloth and hanging it to dry. "You and every other girl in this house," she said, a teasing edge to her voice. "But seriously, he's probably some rich guy or an important connection for Miss Elizabeth. Why else would she have him here?"

Clara's eyes widened, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned closer. "Yeah, no wonder she was giving him the most...lewd blowjob I've ever seen." Her cheeks flushed pink, her words hanging in the air as she zoned out, clearly replaying the scene she'd stumbled upon earlier.

"Ahem!" Lily and Hannah coughed in unison, their faces turning red as they exchanged awkward glances.

Lily busied herself with folding a towel, her movements suddenly jerky, while Hannah cleared her throat loudly, scrubbing the desk with renewed vigor.

"Clara!" Hannah hissed, her voice low but sharp. "You can't just say stuff like that out loud. What if someone hears you?"

Clara giggled, unrepentant, her mop still dangling in her hand. "What? It's true! You should've seen it—Miss Elizabeth was laid on bed and he was standing over her face and his large dick was inside Miss Elizabeth's mouth. It was… intense." She fanned herself dramatically, her grin widening.

"I think he's from that brothel Miss Elizabeth visited last week," Lily, the second maid, said casually as she wrung out a damp cloth, her eyes focused on the task but her tone laced with intrigue.

"Ohhh?" Clara's head snapped up, her mop frozen mid-swipe as her eyes widened with curiosity. She leaned forward, nearly knocking over her bucket, her cheeks already flushing. "Really? You think so?"

Lily nodded, folding the cloth and setting it aside, her brow furrowed as she tried to piece things together. "Yeah, Miss Elizabeth told me last week to contact a number, or that I might get a call from someone soon. But no one called, so I'm wondering if this Ezra guy is the one she was talking about." She paused, glancing at the ceiling as if replaying the conversation in her mind. "I mean, it's possible, right?"

Clara's mouth fell open, her hands flying to her cheeks as a scandalized giggle escaped her. "Impossible! Did she fell for a man whore this time?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling as she imagined the juicy details.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down, Clara!" Hannah, the third maid, snapped, pausing her dusting of a nearby shelf to shoot Clara a stern look.

Her cloth hovered over a stack of folded towels, her lips pursed in disapproval. "You're gonna get us all in trouble with that big mouth of yours."

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" Clara said quickly, her hands waving in apology as she tried to calm herself, though her grin didn't fade. She clutched her mop like a lifeline, her cheeks still pink with excitement. "I'm just… it's so wild to think about!"

Lily and Hannah exchanged exasperated looks, both letting out a long, "Sighhhh," in unison, shaking their heads at Clara's antics.

Hannah resumed her cleaning, wiping down the shelf with quick, practiced strokes. "Poor president," she said, her voice low and tinged with sympathy. "He's always out, working, doesn't even know what goes on in his own house."

Clara's eyes widened again, her mop forgotten as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Yeah, like last month when she had her five boyfriends fuck her all day and night," she said, zoning out as she pictured it, her tone dreamy and reckless.

"CLARA!" Lily and Hannah yelled in unison, their voices sharp enough to echo through the small room.

*SLAP* Before Clara could react, both maids swatted her on the arm, their faces a mix of shock and embarrassment.

"Ow!" Clara yelped, rubbing her arm, her expression a mix of mock tears and laughter, more comical than genuinely upset.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry!" she said, her voice high-pitched and dramatic as she waved her hands in surrender.

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