Maid Rich

The first maid saunters up, haughty and defiant, certain this is all some stupid ruse.

"Fine, me lady.", she bows lower than is differential to be on eye and nose level with the crotch of her mistress, which she can see is churning her noble cream onto the velvet cushioning, "I will humbly request the chest in your treasury."

That chest was a yard long by half a yard, an made of strong oak, bound with wrought iron and several locks, but what was in it was the true desire, gold coins and jewels, easily worth a couple million and the vast bulk of Hilda's ready cash.

"Done.", Hilda granted with a smile and then shooed her off for the next taker.

The maid was going to ask, "Really?!", but thought better of it and peeled off to the stone vault of the treasury to gain her goods.