The maid, clad in a tight, black satin uniform, can't help but notice the bulges straining against the males' pants as they lounge in the grand parlor. She's drawn to them like a moth to a flame, her lust evident in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. She approaches, her high heels clicking on the marble floor, and drops to her knees. Her gloved hands work quickly, freeing the throbbing fangs from their confines. She takes one into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate its girth, while her hand strokes the other. She switches, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaks out. She's insatiable, her desire fueled by the taboo of her actions, the thrill of being caught.