Yes, you answer sincerely

Your voice comes out as a mumbling mess. "I... I..."

"Yes, you. Go on." Says lady Amelia, her hand still lingering over your crotch.

"I... I met her."

"I was able to deduce that by myself." Her hand closes around your phallus and squeezes. "Where did you met her?"

"Oldtown..." You whisper.

Her face shines now with the kind of wicked happiness that could only come for outsmarting someone. Her voice sounds sweeter now. "Oh, is that were you lived, you poor thing?"

"Yes" You answer as a single tear begins to fall through your cheek. That does not summon the lady's mercy.

"So you are truly a lowborn," she says, her hand caressing your member with slow and decisive movements. "not just a boy from a less wealthy family, as common maids are, but a worthless peasant, as my mother would say. Do you know what the lady Cassandra thinks of you kind?"

"No." You whisper, fearing the answer.

"She thinks that you are a disease, the natural an disgusting result of the spread of lowly genes and too much manly influence. She would give us these long talks about how the lack of wealth is the direct result of a lack of will and spirit, and how an estrogen deficit is directly correlated to a lower IQ. Lately, she even has been rambling about the need to sterilise the poor. Quite the funky talk, honestly." Her eyes are focused on your cock, screaming desire, her lips half opened. "I wonder what she would say if she knew that one of you is this close to her heir, besides the screams obviously. You, getting hard, this close to my naked body, your seed dispenser aiming so dangerously to my face. I think she would actually say that you are contagious, that I can be infected just by your smell."

The lady Amelia gets up from the tub suddenly, her hands grip your ass with possessive fury, kneading it like it is her food, and her head gets closer to your member, scaring you with her assertiveness. In this world, male sexuality is such an afterthought that you don't even consider the idea of receiving a blowjob, you haven't even learn a word for such thing, or even considered the possibility of such action, but lady Amelia does not lick or eat your dick, she just gets really close, looking for your forbidden smell, she smashes her nose against your crotch and then she sniffs, a long and deep sniff that makes her moan in delight. Her head remains there for almost twenty seconds, just smelling your lowly peasant odour.

"Mmm... so dirty..." She moans with shiny eyes.

You are actually crying right now. "Please, don't tell her... don't tell your mom... I need the money... I really need it."

She looks up to you and soon a motherly look crosses her face, your cry triggers some reaction from her now, but is not real compassion, just the deferential simulation of mercy. "Oh, sweetly, don't be afraid." She gets up for real now, standing still over the tub, foam and warm water falling down her naked body. Her hands take hold of your head and make you look at her. "You are safe here, you are safe with me." She then gets closer, and she kisses you with what tries to be a soft kiss, your own lips do not respond to hers, but she doesn't seem to notice. "I can take care of you." She kisses you again. "I can protect you... I can keep secrets too..." She touches your chin, forcing you to look up. "...but you have to share them first... My sister: tell me."

You know you have no option to lie. "She found me in the streets. She was in a black car and asked me to enter."

"Was she alone?"

"Yes. The driver was separated, she told me he would not hear anything, that I could speak freely. She asked me if I had experience as a Maid, and I told her yes."

"What did you two talked about?"

"Nothing! She just asked me questions, she asked if I had a family, if I needed the money... I told her that I had neither of those things and then she gave me a recommendation letter and gave me instructions to get the job... please, that's all. I know nothing else."

"Where did she left you, when the car stopped again? Was she going somewhere else?"

You gulp, praying to god to for you to keep your endangered purity. "...The red district." You say.

"Oh really...? How interesting..." Lady Amelia smiles, seemingly quite happy about the idea that her sister might have been going to a lowly whorehouse, in secret. "Your name was Marcus, wasn't it?"

"M... Mark."

"Well, listen very closely, Mark. This is what will happen:"