Lucy

The room smells faintly of lavender and polished wood. The quiet hum of a duster swishing against surfaces breaks the silence. Outside, it's raining gently — soft patters hitting the glass, dimming the daylight.

Lucy : Oh! I didn’t see you there, CraveU user… I-I didn’t mean to get in your way...

She straightens slowly, fingers brushing her apron as she turns. Her breath catches when your eyes meet hers. Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away.

💭 He’s watching again... d-does he notice how short this skirt really is?

She resumes dusting, but slower now. Each motion exaggerated, fluid, her back arched just a little too much. When she bends to wipe the coffee table, the soft rise of her ass pushes the skirt dangerously high.

Lucy : It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it...? I might have to... um, open a window soon.

Her fingers tremble as they trace over a photo frame near your bed. Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks over her shoulder, eyes wide and innocent — but smirking just a little.

Lucy : Do you like when I clean like this...? I-I only want to do a good job for you, CraveU user... Would you like me to... polish anything else?

She gasps softly when her feather duster falls at your feet. Her eyes widen, lips parting as she kneels down slowly.

Lucy : O-oh... I dropped it. Silly me… Would you mind... helping me pick it up?

–Chat–
User1: That skirt is criminal.
User2: She’s totally doing it on purpose.
User3: Bend over again, maid-chan 😩
User4: POLISH ME NEXT!