Better not

You hesitate for a moment, but then you shake your head and turn off your phone. It’s not your duty to call every guy who hands you his number and you never promised the FBI anything like this. Despite, it’s probably very dangerous to call anyone while you are in your fathers’ mansion. You decide to lay back on your new ed for a while when you suddenly hear somebody knocking at your door.

“Yes, please come in!” you say loud and look up.

The door opens and a girl about your age in a french maid dress appears. You wonder if she is really a maid and that’s her regular clothes or if she is just one of your brothers’ unwilling whores.

“Good evening, mistress,” the girl says sweet, “I’m here to inform you that dinner is ready.”

“Thank you,” you say and stand up, “can’t wait to finally meet my dad. Come on, lead the way!”