Muriel, one of your servants
From Create Your Own Story
"Muriel, milord" replies. You regret your harshness, though not for the best of reasons. Your manhood hardens at the thought and sound of her approaching. You decide to stay naked as you reply "My apologies Muriel, come in."
She enters, holding a metal tray with your breakfast, which he almost drops as she enters, seeing you in full. She turns her back as she puts the tray on the nearest table "milord! it would be best if you tried to keep some manner of decency about you!" She's protesting, as she's supposed to, but you recognize that despite having completed her task, she's still in the room. You walk to her, slowly and confidently "You wish to tell ME what is decent, in my own room, of my own castle, in my own kingdom?" It is not yours just yet, but this is hardly the moment for technicality. Your rough, strong hands find her shoulders. A small gasp escapes at the touch "Now, the decent thing would be for you to remain I silent. I give you orders, not the other way. Understood?"
She nods in compliance and turns around to see you. Your instincts were correct. She wants it, but can't bring herself to ask for it.
"Excellent" you reply with great satisfaction, pondering the next order.
