She looks like she needs it

Your previous words still stagnating in her mind, the face of the maid resembles a ripening strawberry by the minute. While you can't understand why it's affecting her to this degree, she does seem clueless in some matters. For example, you're sure that's not the behavior of someone who's seen a penis before, yet somehow she has heard of fucking...

"Oh..."

...Realising you might've told the earliest bird you met to perch on your cock, you decide to let her do as she wishes before she becomes more emotional.

"It's fine... Just go for it," you say.

After receiving your signal, Fiona plucks her skirt, bows, then takes hurried steps out and away from the room. As she previously mentioned that there would be more maids, you're expecting someone to replace her shortly.

A minute goes by... Two minutes... And there goes your patience.

You find it frustrating how you've been thrown into this place without a single clue as to what is going on. You can't even be upfront and ask who you are, having to guess blindly until you can think of a roundabout way of posing the question. To make matters worse, your best guess is that you're a celibate motherfucker.

With your mood progressively getting worse and the muscular worm trying to wrestle for freedom, you pace towards the corridor, afraid that looking out of the window would just give you more to think about.

Not one moment later, you see that the hallway stretches on either side for quite the distance. Tall windows are present all along the walls that face your room, separated by a sconce with a new candle every few steps. Inevitably, you also catch a glimpse of the outside, where you see crate boxes being unloaded from a wagon.

By the wagon, a man casually watches over the process, even talking and laughing with the men who haul the heavy load. The breaks they take are frequent, but the man by the wagon doesn't seem to mind, tipping his hat and playing with his mustache as he strikes conversations with everyone. They seem to be having a good time, so you decide to watch a little longer, finding the sight comforting.

Soon, the man is just about to finish up when he takes another good look around the mansion. During his scan, his eyes land on you and freeze for a few seconds. Realising what he's seeing, the man's eyes widens, following with a bow.

With a straightened back, the man then clears his throat and ushers everyone to move faster. As if the situation wasn't shitty enough for you, everyone catches onto something and sneaks a look at your window before they speed up work. Where there was joy and laughter, now there are unnatural expressions and silence.

"Just what has this motherfucker done?..." you ask aloud, stomping down the corridor.

Step by step, you pass a dozen rooms and reach a turn. In front, there are people passing in and out of sight, but no one seems to notice you. Since there are people in front, you decide to chase one to talk with, preferably one with a skirt.

'Why?...' you ask yourself for a moment. It seems as if some strange thought has begun budding in your mind, fueled by all these negative feelings you've had to deal with. This bastard must've never even jacked off. The sensation of your erection jumping inside the silky nightgown is also becoming unbearable, infecting your mind with the lewdest scenarios the power of this "character" could allow. You could just rub your dick in some corner of the mansion, but would that make for a memorable first experience?

Well, it would be for the maid on cleaning duty, maybe even giving birth to a ghost story around the mansion... But you wonder... How far will this power allow you to go?

...

As you count your opportunities and visualize yourself surrounded by girls in uniform, you hear a commotion from another corridor.

"What are you doing here?! You'll get us killed!" a feminine voice whispers.

Startled by the powerful word, you look to your left, where you see Fiona some distance away. Her head hangs low while she's biting on a lip. Next to her, there's a maid who takes big mouthfuls of air in a panic, only to launch more curses at the younger maid in front of her.

Trying to calm the hysterical older maid, Fiona finds some courage to say something back. "The young master is not as scary as you think..."

"Then why did you leave?!" the older maid snaps.

"The young master allowed m..."

The older maid cuts Fiona off before she can defend herself. "Do you think I'm stupid?! Have you seen the way he looks at people?! He can even make the devil afraid! Go back and apologise for leaving your duty or we're both dead!"

Without waiting for another response, the older maid grabs Fiona's shoulders and pushes her down the corridor, towards you.

'What a mood booster,' you giggle to yourself. She talks shit then delivers herself to you.

Now, the option of chasing the elusive skirts floating down the main corridor seems less attractive, but the challenge is still there, seducing you; telling you to keep walking.

Hard choice...