Caseiro, the maid, is no stranger to desire. Today, however, it's overwhelming, consuming her thoughts as she cleans the grand house. She runs her hands over the silken sheets, imagining them against her skin, her body aching for touch. She slips her hand under her skirt, her fingers finding her clit, circling it, rubbing it until she's moaning softly. The sound of the door opening barely registers, her eyes fluttering open to find the owner watching her, his eyes dark with desire. She freezes, then smiles, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, a silent promise of what's to come.