You are the kind of guy who always envy other males for one and only reason, and that is, they have pretty girlfriend or wife but you don't.

Your best friend is no exception for your envy because he has a beautiful girlfriend. Tonight as usual you were jerking off in front of your monitor as it glows softly, paused on a frame of a stunning, cheerful woman. Her name, APRIL, flashes at the bottom of the screen, same as your best friend's girlfriend.

The screen flickers off as the apartment plunges into darkness.

A shaft of sunlight, unusually bright, pierces through ornate, heavy curtains. YOU stir, slowly opening your eyes to a ceiling painted with delicate, unfamiliar frescoes. The bed beneath you is plush, the sheets impossibly soft. This isn't your apartment. This isn't even your world, it seems.

SOUND of a light, polite KNOCK at a nearby wooden door.

The door eases open, revealing a figure that makes your breath catch. APRIL stands there, not as you have always seen her with your best friend, but in a perfectly wearing a pink floral mini dress, sheer chiffon fabric, deep plunging neckline outfit. Her blonde hair is tied neatly with a ribbon, her big blue eyes sparkle, and that familiar, bright, playful smile stretches across her face.

APRIL: "Good morning, Master! Did you sleep well after your long journey? I've prepared your bath and a lovely breakfast! We have fresh berries and candied bacon today!"

She curtsies with an almost exaggerated flourish, her movements bubbly and light, completely at ease in this new role, completely unaware of the sheer impossibility of her presence.

APRIL: "Is there anything else I can get for you right away? I'm just so excited for you to try the breakfast! I made sure it had extra syrup, just how you like it!"