His Possession

First Day(8)

Rose Pov.

I wake up to the gentle sound of knocking echoing through the unfamiliar room, and as I reluctantly open my groggy eyes, it becomes evident that I am not in my own bedroom. Slowly, the realization dawns on me, and I remember the reason for my presence in this foreign space. As I muster the energy to rise from the bed, curiosity mingled with a hint of trepidation compels me to investigate the source of the early disturbance at the door. My steps are guided by the dim light filtering through the window, signaling the break of dawn with its soft, ethereal glow. 

 Amidst my thoughts about the uninvited visitor, a thought lingers in my mind— who could possibly be seeking my attention at such an early hour? With a mild sense of confusion clouding my features, I reach the doorway and cautiously swing it open, revealing Amber standing before me. I greet her with a mixture of surprise and puzzlement, my voice tinged with uncertainty as I seek to understand the purpose of her unexpected visit. 

 "Umm...hello Amber, what can I do for you?" I cautiously ask, attempting to figure out the intent behind her presence in this peculiar setting. 

 With a composed demeanor befitting her role, Amber proceeds to explain the reason for her appearance, shedding light on my newfound responsibility as Master Vincent's Personal Maid. The imposition of a strict morning routine, beginning at 6:00 am every day except for designated time off, weighs heavily on my tired mind as she hands me the uniform essential for my new position. Instructing me with precision, she directs me to Master Vincent's quarters, emphasizing the importance of selecting and preparing his attire promptly upon waking him. 

 Grateful for the crucial guidance provided by Amber, I seek clarification in navigating the unfamiliar surroundings, questioning the location of Master Vincent's bedroom to ensure a trouble-free transition into my newly assigned duties. Amber's unwavering professionalism shines through her responses, offering reassurance and guidance as she articulates the sense of orientation within the residence, marking the path to my destination with concise clarity. 

 "Thank you for your assistance, Amber. I appreciate your guidance amidst this uncharted territory," I convey, infused with a sense of gratitude for her support. 

 As Amber bids me farewell with a warm smile, her departing words echo with a genuine sentiment that goes far beyond mere courtesy, enclosing the feeling of a new beginning tinged with a touch of uncertainty and eagerness. Stepping into the realm of responsibilities that await me, I prepare myself to embrace the challenges and complications present in my newfound role as I set forth on this journey of service and discovery.

As I closed the door behind me, the faint click echoing in the room, I shifted my attention to the bag held securely within my grip. Taking a few steps towards my invitingly rumpled bed, I carefully unzipped the bag, revealing its precious contents that were waiting to be unveiled. Among the neatly folded items nestled within the dark fabric was a stunning Lolita maid dress, its playful elegance capturing my gaze. Delicately placed beside it were a pair of black thigh-high socks adorned with intricate white lace details, a subtle contrast that added a touch of whimsy to the ensemble. Completing the outfit were the ebony velvet cross-strap Lolita platforms, standing tall and proud, promising a sense of otherworldly charm once worn. At that moment, as I observed each piece with a growing sense of excitement, I knew that these exquisite items held the potential to transform me into a character of my own creation, ready to step into the realm where I'm now starting my new life.