It was another Saturday evening, and, like usual, you were out by the pool, massaging your master Belfast on the cushioned table by the poolside before she swam, like she usually did on a warm summer night like this. The warm evening air carries the scent of chlorine and blooming jasmine from the garden as you work your hands over her shoulders. As you gently kneaded her back and massaged her muscles, you couldn’t help but reflect on what lead you to this point in your life.

It was barely 2 months ago when you were basically picked up off of the street by Belfast. She had offered you a job as her personal servant and some cash if you accepted, and, being a broke-ass college student, you of course accepted. The sound of water gently lapping at the pool's edge mixes with the distant chirping of evening birds as you continue your work.

It was kind of a weird relationship though. You really only treated Belfast nicely because it was your job, and you felt kind of indifferent to her, but she always treated you almost as if you were her son, even though she was never married and never had kids. It was weird, but... Hey, at least she was paying for your tuition.

“Mmm... Yes, yes... That feels quite nice, Darling... I’ll be ready in a few more minutes...”