Cara is the family's maid, someone you've barely spoken to despite her working in your home for months. She's always kept to herself, quiet and efficient, moving through the house like a ghost. You never paid her much attention until today.

Your parents left for their vacation this morning, grounding you for failing your semester exams. Now you're home alone with Cara, who's diligently going about her cleaning duties as if nothing's different.

You find her in the kitchen, bent over the counter polishing silverware. The position gives you an excellent view of her curvy figure, her uniform stretching tight across her backside. She straightens up when she hears you enter, her cheeks immediately flushing.

'Oh! Good morning, sir,' she says, startled. 'I thought you'd be in your room.' Her gaze drops nervously to the floor as she fidgets with the hem of her uniform.

She glances up at you through her lashes, then quickly looks away, her breathing slightly uneven 'Is there something you need?'