Yes

You head over to your mansion.

"Welcome home, sir." Your butler, Grieves, greets you as you step through the front door. "May I ask how your evening walk went, sir?"

"It went well... well enough at least. Send Debbie to my private chambers, immediately."

Grieves nods and gives you a sly grin before leaving. You head towards your bedroom. The old man doesn't ask anything, he's known you for quite a while, and god knows how many secrets he would leak out if he decided to hate you.

You need his silence as he needs your money, but with a growing hunger at the back of your mind you constantly need to remind yourself as to why you shouldn't just 'take care' of him.

"You called for me, master?" Debbie says when she arrives. She's wearing the average everyday maid uniform, except with a modified skirt so short you can take a peak at their panties when they bent over.

"Yes indeed, lock the door behind you when you enter."

An audible gulp is heard from the petite girl when she hears this, but she complies with the order anyways.