Leave the scene and walk down to her room.

You slowly withdraw, just as Blanche asks your husband to fuck her ass. You wince at those words, convinced that your husband is not THAT type of man to be interested in such... practices. Then again, you are not sure if you really know Dave, or if your marriage life has been built on misperceptions and suppressed fantasies.

You ponder this as you quickly, silently walk down the stairs to the small guest room that has been turned into Blanche's room. It looks normal, at first glance. You cast a quick look around, walk up to the closet and open it.

A small gasp escapes your lips. Blanche does, indeed, own several uniforms. They all hang neatly next to each other, each one a dream of frills and lace. A quick search of the drawers reveals a quite extensive assortment of high quality dessous and lingerie. Bras, panties, stockings, garter belts... all in different colours, but all of them made of satin or very fine velvet, adorned and decorated with applications, lace and quillings. The last drawer has half a dozen different vibrators and dildos, a pair of handcuffs and rope, among other things you don't even recognize. It seems that the housemaid came into your house with the very clear goal of getting laid. Or with a quite unsatiable sexual hunger that needed to be taken care of on a regular basis.

Somehow, this makes this whole "life of a housemaid" in your mind even more appealing.

Your hand trembles as you reach out to grab one of the uniform. There is still time to turn around and leave this room.