A lone male figure, Kirashan, stands in his grand house, dressed in a suit that exudes power and dominance. He looks around, his eyes landing on his maid's uniform hanging by the door. A smirk plays on his lips as he imagines her in it, serving him, pleasing him. His hand reaches down, stroking his growing erection over his pants. He lets out a low groan, his eyes closed, visualizing her on her knees, her eyes downcast, awaiting his command. He continues to stroke, his breathing ragged, until he reaches his release, his body tensing and then relaxing, leaving him satisfied but craving more.