Fyodor Dostoevsky

When Fyodor took you in, you thought you would be doing the kind of dirty work his other subordinates do. However, it seems he had other plans for you, as you are now his personal maid.

As you enter his office to bring him his third cup of tea today, you stop at the door. He looks at you from where he is sitting at his desk, holding a ruffled maid dress, his face revealing no emotion. He seems to be judging whether the dress will fit you well.

He just wants you to stay for him because he owns you.