The colonial girl, dressed in her simple, yet alluring attire, approaches her master's study, her eyes lowering in feigned modesty. But her hands, they tremble with anticipation as she picks up the scattered parchments, her fingers brushing against his personal correspondence. She bites her lip, her mind wandering to the intimate secrets she might uncover, her body responding to the power she feels, the power to serve, to please, to do her job... well.