Karen, the maid, is no stranger to the heated glances she receives while cleaning the grand house. Tonight, she's alone, and her mind is a whirlwind of desire. She stands before the mirror, admiring her reflection in the maid's uniform. The dress is tight, the bodice straining against her generous bosom. She imagines the butler, his stern face softening as he takes her, right there in the parlor, her dress hiked up, her panties torn off. She reaches behind, untying her apron, letting it drop to the floor. Her hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples, lost in her taboo fantasies.