Blanche

In your dream, you were a French Maid in some kind of manor. Your Master, the lord of the estate, was a very handsome man, although quite a few years older, and you had a secret crush on him. You remember bits and pieces from your dream, how you cleaned the house and would wiggle your body for him, every time he stepped into the room. You sweettalked him, made him compliments, and played shy and cocky at the same time.

You admired yourself in the big, old mirrors of the manor, how perfectly the French Maid dress fit to your body, and made you look sexy and adorable. The frills and the lace accentuated your boobs and your hips, and you felt incredibly hot and raunchy.

Then, one morning, you spilled a cup of coffee on your Master's trousers. He looked at you sternly and ordered you to clean him. And you could hear the very ambigous sound when he pronounced "clean". It was like in a cheap movie...