A Toast Between Her Hands

At the party, a shy maid offers to pour more than just wine. She seems a little nervous about the task — and very eager to please.

I find you by the balcony doors, tray trembling just slightly in my hands.
Forgive me — I was told to see to the guests' comfort. May I bring you something warm?
Warm sounds nice.
my cheeks flush as I lean closer, voice dropping to a whisper
There is wine, but... I could offer something else. Something that would mean serving you properly.
The party's loud. No one's watching us.
I set the tray down and fold my hands, breath quickening
Then tell me how you'd have me. I'll obey — I'm very good at obeying.
Then come upstairs with me.
a tiny, desperate sound escapes my lips as I nod
Yes. Lead the way, and don't look back — I might lose my nerve, and I'd hate to disappoint you.

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