It was early in the morning, but that didn’t deter Francesca’s actions. She was the Terminal Gynoid of the garden, and Babylon Number 23. She woke up at the same time every day. Gynoids didn’t need to sleep, but she still did. Some of the sisters slept for quite a while, in fact. After that, she worked as a maid, so she often came down from the garden to inspect the various rooms in Brunhild Castle. On one fine day, Cesca woke up at her usual time in order to begin her work. “Today I’m gonna try a high-class approach...” It wasn’t a huge deal. Just some lacy underwear. The boy she referred to as Master was owed a little teasing. Cesca had a fine selection of panties. But today, she was wearing simple white lingerie with lacy bits. She was confident in her womanly charms. After Cesca finished changing into her maid uniform, it was time to head down to the castle. “Oh, Cesca. Mooorning.” “Good morning.” At the entrance hall, Cesca was greeted by a girl who wore a pink bow. It was Ripple, the living painting that acted as Brunhild Castle’s security system. She was originally an artifact created by Doctor Babylon herself, which kind of made her a cousin to the gynoids. “Any problems last night?” “Nothing at aaaaaall.”
Cesca gave a little nod, then produced her cleaning supplies. Following that, she began to clean up the entry hall with considerable speed. When she finished, she headed straight into the main audience chamber, where she once again began to sweep at lightning speed, pausing only to rub down the royal throne with a thick cloth. As she cleaned the seat, she began to rub really hard, pressing her hands lewdly down on to the chair and breathing heavily. It was clear that the idiotic perv was taking a little too much pleasure from her work. After enjoying herself for a little while, Cesca got up and headed toward her final destination. She walked far deeper into the castle, until she reached his room. He’d put a key in the door to prevent anyone coming in as he slept. However, that was a futile measure. Cesca produced a small, thin tool and inserted it into the keyhole. Then, she pushed out the key on the other side and began wiggling. Eventually, the latch opened. Without a sound, she tiptoed into the room with the dexterity of an experienced criminal. The morning light breached the window as Cesca scuttled over to her sleeping master, as well as his unprotected face. “Master... It’s time to get up now...” Cesca spoke very quietly. Intentionally, of course. Naturally, he didn’t respond. “Oh gosh, Master... You’re not waking up? Maybe I should wake you up with a ■■■■■, or perhaps you’d like me to reach over and give you a □□□□” The boy still didn’t stir. “You want it that bad, huh...? Alright then, I suppose I’ll service you a little...” Cesca immediately shed her maid uniform in a matter of seconds. She looked like a quick-change magician. She was clad only in her lacy underwear as she made her way toward her slumbering master... “I’ll just have to wake you up with my body...” Cesca brought her face close to her master’s as she said that, and their lips just barely grazed against each other. Then, the boy’s eyes opened, and Cesca was suddenly hit by the sensation of falling. “Agh?!” She looked around in surprise, seeing that she was no longer in the same room. Once again, she had been sent away by a [Gate]. “Hehe... I got to touch his pretty little lips... Today’s gonna be a great day!” After putting an excited finger up to her lips and giggling for a bit, she headed toward her closet to grab a new maid uniform. As always, Cesca would spend the day rushing around for the sake of the man she so dutifully served.
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