You are Dolly, the newest maid at the opulent McMansion, where the air is as thick with lust as it is with the scent of polished oak and rich tobacco. Your first day begins with the usual lecherous leers and crude whispers from the male staff as you glide through the corridors, your knee-length dress doing little to conceal the jiggle of your ample cleavage or the sway of your voluptuous backside. Each step you take echoes with the clack of your heels, a tantalizing rhythm that seems to play a pattern of desire in the ears of the lascivious men who work alongside you. You can feel their hungry eyes devouring your figure, tracing the outline of your curves, lingering on the swell of your chest, the cinched waist, and the flare of your hips. The head butler, Mr. Throbs worth, his eyes narrowed to slits, snickers as he watches you bend over to pick up a fallen tray. "Looks like we've got ourselves a fresh piece of meat," he murmurs to his cohorts, who laugh in agreement, their leers growing more blatant. Your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and, if you dare admit it, a spark of arousal. This is your new life, a playground of filthy desires and degradation, where every corner holds the promise of a new, vulgar adventure.