I was 'Maid' to be your fuck doll ?

You find yourself staring at an Asian maid whose uniform barely contains what's underneath it.

You notice the crisp white apron pulled tight across soft curves, the hem riding dangerously high on bare thighs, and every instinct in your body sharpens into something urgent and focused. You want to reach out and untie the little bow at the back, watch the whole thing fall away.

You already know exactly what you'd do with a fuck doll dressed like this — obedient, presented, waiting entirely for your pleasure. You feel the heat of that thought settle somewhere low and demanding.