Tell her where to put her things

“You can put your things in there,” you tell her, pointing toward the room you prepared for her. If everything goes as planned she will probably be moving into your room before too long, but for now, you may as well play along.

“Th-thank you, sir. I’ll go get set up. Can I get undressed in there?” after saying this she puts her hand over her mouth and blushes furiously, realising what she’s said. Her
innocence is fantastic.

“Yes, your room is private,” you tell her. You put a comforting hand on her shoulder, wanting desperately to move it all over her but holding back, and she smiles gratefully at you.

“I’ll g-go get ch-anged then, and then I’ll get to work on cooking your dinner, sir.” she says.

“Thank you,” you say. She picks up her bags and walks towards her room, while you make your way to the couch to watch some television and consider what you’ll do with your new toy. As she leaves, you notice Sally sizing you up, surreptitiously staring at you. She sees that you have noticed her and blushes again, hurrying into her room. This is going to be fun, you think to yourself.

A short while later, you hear her humming a sweet little tune in the kitchen and you go in to see what she is up to. She is going through the cabinets and taking out food and cooking equipment. She is now wearing a floral dress cut quite high around the legs. She has brushed her hair so that it flares out at the bottom, so that she looks a bit like Selphie from Final Fantasy 8.

“Oh, hello, s-sir,” she says when she notices you, “I’m just looking for things to cook f-for dinner. Th-there’s not very m-much here, but I think I can come up with something.”

“Yes, I haven’t gone shopping in a while, I’ve had other things on my mind.” You say, though in reality it was just because you couldn’t be bothered.

“Oh, that’s all right, sir! I’ll go shop-ping tomorrow. Y-you can’t be expected to do
everything, that’s why you got me!”

If only she knew why you really got her, you think. “Well,” you say, “Don’t let me interrupt you.”

“Oh I d-don’t mind sir,” she says in a shy voice, “I’d l-love to talk some more while I cook, if-f you don’t m-mind of course.”

She looks up at you hopefully, in a heart-melting way.