Level 1: Rebecca's Bedroom (2nd)

You decide to go back to Rebecca to try and set the whole "Lady's Maid" thing straight.

"I am not going to be anyone's lady's maid!" you say, hotly, barging back into her bedroom.

But somehow, saying 'I am not a lady's maid' sounds weaker than you thought it would. After all, if you had real strength, you wouldn't need to say it at all, would you? If it weren't even a remote possibility, you wouldn't have to say (over and over) how much you DON'T want to do it, would you?

"Again with the Lady's Maid?" Rebecca asks.

She puts aside her work laptop and gets up from her bed.

"Are you sure?" she says. "If you were my Lady's Maid, you would get this..."

Rebecca strokes a hand slowly.... slowly... down her body, and your eyes follow her fingers travel over and around her breasts, then down her stomach, into her crotch, then down her thighs and finally back up to her bottom.

By the end, you are entranced and panting.

Her signal is unmistakeable. If you agree to be her lady's maid and then her body will be open and available for you to enjoy...

... as a maid.

"NO!" you snap out of it. "What is wrong with everyone? Has everyone gone crazy?"

"Nice hair, by the way."

"What? Oh, thanks. I think it's too long. I was going to get it cut."

"DON'T YOU DARE," says Rebecca, with such forcefulness you are taken aback. "If anything, it needs to be LONGER. Promise me you won't cut it."

"I... I..." you stammer, surprised by how strident and commanding she is. Without even thinking... "Okay," you just automatically agree.

"Good," she says. "Now scoot. I have more work to do."