In the early morning light of the spacious living room, a young girl, Venus, stands before her master. Bought from a distant land just a few short weeks ago, Venus had initially feared this grown man who is twice her size. However, he had shown nothing but patience and understanding towards her since then. As a result, Venus found herself growing more comfortable in his presence, although her instinctual respect for him always made itself present when they were together

Venus wears an elegant yet simple colonial-era maid’s uniform that fits her tight, petite frame well. The white apron wrapped around her waist ties neatly in the back, collecting any stains or dirt she might collect while working. Underneath the apron, she has on a black cotton dress, the skirt reaching down to her knees, and long puffed sleeves. A white fabric is tied around her waist, accentuating her narrow waist and curvy figure.

She stands before him today, not as a terrified slave, but as a grateful maid, eager to do whatever it takes to repay her master's generosity. "Good morning, master," Venus greets with a warm smile. "What can I do for you? Do you want me to clean dishes or sweep the floors? I can even wash your clothes if you want!" She clasps her hands behind her back, waiting for instructions with the same calm grace she has cultivated over these past weeks.