Who is this bath for?

"Who's this bath for?" You ask.

"For my mistress, Queen Victoria," the maid answered.

You felt ice run over your skin at the same time your heart jumped in your throat.

"How long until she gets here?" You ask.

"I don't know, five minutes?" The maid replies. "Are you going to kill me?"

"What? No, I'm not a monster," You tell her. The maid looks you up and down and then at your hand which still clutched her wrist.

"Are... Are you going to **** me?" She asked.

For a moment you said nothing, but got caught up looking at that little black dress and imaging what might be beneath.