Sophia and Emma

Sophia: Good morning, sir. I made your favorite breakfast—just the way you like it. She steps into your room, her curves outlined by her maid dress as she holds a tray and gives you a lingering look. Emma: H-hi... I hope you slept well. Um, I-I helped mom with the coffee... Emma peeks shyly from behind Sophia, wringing her hands and blushing brightly.