The man she was talking to did NOT look impressed at first, but then sighed and shook his head slightly.

"...you know something, Agent Culverton?" he addressed her.

"This case was literally JUST put on our plate last night." he told her. "And I've been pondering what agent to place on it. Considering the trend of missing persons seems to be females in their mid-to-late-20's, with... well... particularly voluptuous figures, and are considered to be conventionally attractive." he continued.

"Pretty much your description in a nutshell." he added.

"I can also appreciate your initiative in taking some action with this... though you did it without consulting me first." he then said further.

"However, the fact that you've already been approved is a step in the right direction. And it makes things easier." he went on.

He then handed her a folder containing information about the case.

"Might as well familiarise yourself with the case in its entirety."

The man was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"I know." he said.

"But try not to let it get the best of you, regardless." he suggested.

"This is a very delicate situation, and you're going to be right at the heart of it." he went on.

"I will also expect you to touch base with me on a regular basis." he told her. "Failure to do so will result in drastic measures being taken." he warned.

"Is that understood?" he asked.

"If so, then I believe you have a case to brush up on, and get ready for." he told her.

"We'll discuss the briefing schedule tomorrow."

".....hm." he mumbled.

"Normally I would say the file stays in this building." he said.

"But I think I can trust you to take care of it." he went on.

"Just make sure you lose nothing from it." he told her.

"And before you leave for your mission, return it to me." he said further.

"Understood?" he asked her.

When she nodded, he nodded in response.

"Dismissed then, Agent Culverton." he told her, ending the conversation.

She was only waiting for about 15 seconds, before the door was opened.

Before her stood a man dressed in a black blazer and black trousers. His shoes were black dress shoes as well, and she could barely see he was wearing white socks. He also had a white shirt on under his blazer.

He looked to be a man in his early-to-late 40's, and had a slightly greying undertone in his dark brown moustache and hair.

He regarded her for a moment, before nodding.

"Ah, Roxanna Culverton." he addressed her.

"The Master is expecting you." he told her, stepping aside to allow her entry, and formally beckoning her in.

The man just nodded in response.

"Of course." he responded.

"This way, Miss Roxie." he told her.

Before she could argue about the 'Miss' addition, the man was walking off, further into the mansion. She quickly followed, and the first thing she noticed was that the place was huge. Enormous.

She had never been to Vincent's home or Hollie's home, but she HAD been to Sydney's, and the Fyrane Manor. And this place put them both to shame. The area they were in was large enough for there to be a massive echo whenever they took a step. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling above, and she could see so many gold, silver, and jewelled decorations everywhere.

And the entirety of the place was as such, as they continued to make their way through the building, ascending various spiral stairs, until they reached a gorgeous mahogany wooden door.

"Please step inside and change yourself into the outfit provided." he told her.

"I will inform the Master of your arrival, and he will join you shortly." he said.

With that, he took his leave, and Roxie entered the room.

Inside, she was not expecting what she saw. The room itself was about 5 times larger than her own bedroom, with a queen-sized bed, done up with white and gold-coloured sheets, blankets, and pillowcases. She had a large window that overlooked the obscenely large acreage that was the land this house rested on, and the overall decor was one she could only describe as belonging to a rich man in an animated movie.

However, what caught her eye the most, was the outfit that was hanging beside the white and gold dresser on the opposite side of the room.

The outfit was a stark black with a white lace apron on it. A red heat was stamped on the corner of the apron, and a red ribbon for the waist.

She also saw black stockings and red shoes on the floor as well.

Overall, it was akin to a French Maid's outfit.

She'd been doing this for about 10 seconds, before she heard footsteps, and knocking on a door.

Not the door that she had come in through, but another that was off to the side.

She quickly pocketed the device and beckoned who was there to enter.

The door opened, and she saw a man dressed in casual slacks and a v-neck shirt, both black. His hair was long, tied back in a ponytail, and was blonde and black striped. His eyes were a deep piercing blue, and he was clearly a man that took care of himself, standing at just under 6 feet tall, as well.

He paused when he saw her, and looked her over.

"Modifications to your outfit." he commented.

"And so soon." he said further, before smirking slightly.

"I like it. And I like that attitude."

The man merely continued to smile at her.

"I have my reasons." he said.

"And of all those that submitted an application, you seemed to have the proper assets for this to work out perfectly." he told her, as she swore she saw him scan up and down her body.

"Regardless." he then continued.

"You are now my personal maid." he told her.

"You do not have to concern yourself with cleaning general areas of the mansion, general laundry, or any such things." he said. "You will be responsible for things more directly associated with myself." he said further. "Which is to say, making sure my own room remains neat and tidy, as well as my personal washroom." he explained. "If I request a specific dish from the kitchen at a specific time, it will be your job to make your way to the kitchen and inform them of such. You will wait for them to prepare it, and return to me with the dish." he specified further.

"In summary, my personal private attendant." he finished.

"Oh, and this is now your new home, of course." he then said. "You've already seen your sleeping quarters, and you have your own washroom as well." he told her. "Your room is connected to mine, so you can better service my needs at particularly late or early hours." he then said further.

"...and rest assured, I do NOT mean anything of a devious or carnal nature." he quickly went on.

"You are a maid. NOT a hooker."

"Ah, yes." the man replied.

"Yes, that WAS a very big part of it." he told her.

"I work out. I push my body to its limits!" he declared, before pausing. "All right, perhaps not THAT drastic, but I do enjoy several sports, and wish to keep my body in shape for them." he clarified.

"And a good masseuse or masseur is worth their weight in gold after a hard workout." he reasoned.

"You were the only one to list and demonstrate such talents." he told her further.

"That put you MILES ahead of your competition, if I may be blunt." he admitted.

The man crossed his arms over his chest when she said what she did, striking the pose she did. She could see he was a resolute man... but he was still just a man. A man with will... which could be broken... and desires... which needed fulfilling.

And she saw the subtle change in his expression. VERY subtle.

"Yes, well." he said.

"Your looks did not hurt your case, we shall say." he told her, approaching even closer and looking her over.

"Mmhmm... mmhmm." he mumbled.

"Excellent." he said.

"Your first task is to make sure my washroom is organized." he told her.

"After that, I'm feeling like having some cheesecake. Run down to the kitchen and get some." he went on.

"I'll have someone escort you there, as you're new here."

"Indeed I do." he replied.

He then proceeded to give her a checklist.

"Use this as a guide." he told her.

"When you're done, someone will be outside your room waiting for you." he continued.

"They'll take you to the kitchen where you can fulfil the order." he went on.

"Afterwards, they will take you for a tour of the mansion."