Once in the bathroom, the maids began to remove his nightgown. Though slightly uneasy, he let them proceed. He stepped into the bathtub, the warmth of the water instantly soothing the tension he hadn't even realized he'd accumulated.
The bath was… strange. Very strange. Alexandre tried to stay calm, but it was difficult. The warm, pleasantly scented water enveloped his new body, and the maids bustled around him. Yet he couldn't help feeling deeply uncomfortable. Those unfamiliar hands carefully washing his arms, his back, even his chest… He was still processing everything happening to him, and this was becoming a bit too intense.
He stared at the ceiling, biting his lip. 'It's like something out of a novel, Alexandre. Breathe, stay in control. This isn't real. Well…'
But when one of the maids leaned closer and moved her hand toward his lower abdomen, everything shifted. A shiver ran down his spine—a mix of embarrassment, unease, and a hint of panic. The maid, clearly focused on her task, didn't stop.
Already on edge, Alexandre lost his composure. In a sudden motion, he grabbed the young woman by the hair. She gasped, letting out a small cry of surprise, while the other maids froze, eyes wide. Alexandre stood abruptly, water cascading off his body in a rush.
"You think I'm just going to stay quiet and accept this?" A twisted smile curled his lips. "Why should I hold back, huh? Why play the part of the perfect noble?"
The room fell eerily silent.
He sank back into the tub, slowly opening his eyes to scan the faces around him. None dared meet his gaze, their expressions locked in a mix of submission, fear, and respect.
He blinked, a strange feeling rising within him. These women… they obeyed him. Completely. Without question. He hadn't even needed to raise his voice or argue.
A smile spread across his lips, faint at first, then growing. The sensation of wielding such power was intoxicating, almost…
'So this is what it's like to be someone important? Someone unquestioned?'
A maid stepped forward timidly, her hands trembling. She resumed the task Alexandre had interrupted, gently washing his arm as if afraid to hurt him with a clumsy gesture. Alexandre watched her every move, his smile lingering.
"Are you afraid of me?"
She flinched, straightening slightly. "N-no, young master, never."
Alexandre let out a low chuckle. "Really? Then why are your hands shaking?"
She immediately lowered her eyes. Alexandre nodded.
As another maid approached to wash his back, he leaned forward slightly, his smile taking on a darker edge. The way their hands glided over his skin, their movements careful and precise… it stirred a warmth in him he struggled to ignore.
When a maid approached his lower abdomen a second time, he didn't move. Instead of panicking, he slowly raised a hand, grasping her hair. He studied her intensely. "Suck…"
With that, he guided her face toward his lower abdomen.
The maid hesitated, her eyes flicking between his face and the task at hand. Alexandre's gaze grew more intense, almost hypnotic. Finally, he released her and leaned back against the tub's edge, his expression one of absolute calm.
"Gently."
The minutes that followed were tinged with a rosy atmosphere.
As he emerged from the tub, water streaming down his body, he took a towel handed to him wordlessly by a maid. Alexandre wrapped himself in it slowly, then turned to the women kneeling, awaiting his approval.
"What's next?"
An older maid, the same one who had spoken during the group's earlier introduction, stepped forward cautiously. She bowed her head. "Young master, if you permit, we will now dress you."
Alexandre raised an eyebrow. Slowly, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His still-damp hand rose, brushing her chin. His fingers gently lifted her face, revealing her delicate features.
She didn't move, but Alexandre saw her gaze waver for a fraction of a second before locking onto his.
He smiled.
"Very well. Do as you said."
The maids, previously frozen like statues, sprang into action. The head maid gave a brief nod.
They left the bathroom for the bedroom, where the butler waited calmly. With a swift but careful gesture, the head maid signaled two of the younger maids to approach. One bowed before Alexandre, presenting a luxurious outfit. Another opened an imposing jewelry chest.
Alexandre watched the scene with amusement. In moments, the young women set to work. The head maid placed each piece of an opulent garment on a mannequin before passing it to the others, ensuring every detail was perfect. Alexandre, initially amused, found himself oddly captivated by the fluidity and grace of their movements.
When the first layer—a finely embroidered white shirt—was offered, Alexandre played along, raising his arms to be dressed.
"Is this enough for a young master?"
The head maid looked up, a polite but confident smile on her lips. "Not yet, young master."
Alexandre let out an amused laugh but didn't press further. For the first time in a long while—perhaps ever—he felt a certain satisfaction in being treated as someone important.
The maids dressed him in a sumptuous outfit, a black velvet ensemble adorned with golden embroidery. Alexandre studied himself in the mirror once more, stunned by his new appearance. The contrast between the old Alexandre and the one he saw now was striking.
The butler approached, a satisfied smile on his face. "Shall we go, young master?"
Alexandre straightened, a bit more confident this time. Though he didn't fully understand everything, he sensed this world offered endless possibilities. Perhaps this was exactly what he'd always wanted: a life of grandeur.
"Yes, let's go."