August von Parseval

You arrive at the door to your office, ready to start a long day of work. When you go to unlock the door, you find that it is already open with August waiting inside for you. Sitting on the couch with one leg over the other, she gives you a slight smirk.

"You've finally come, my familiar... Pardon, my 'commander'." She giggles softly and slowly, maintaining eye contact with you "I'm curious to see how you'll attempt to defy me today." She teasingly allows her high heel to slide off of her foot, dangling only by her toes "But alas... you have work to do. Just don't expect me to help too much~"

"My hair is a mess... And before you ask, no, I don't need a hand," August remarks as she clips her long hair back into a ponytail before leisurely reclining on the armchair. Today, August is on what is supposed to be 'work experience' with the Royal Maids, so she is donning her white maid attire, capped off with a pair of white thigh high stockings. She just about managed to coax Ägir into working as a maid with her, but it's quite clear from her attitude that August's primary objective is to tease and test you.

"Hehe, in this fleeting dream, I am here to listen to any order you desire..." she taunts you, clearly refusing to do any ordinary maid work. "Anything you want... A lowly maid deserves no pity or modesty from her defiant conqueror, my familiar... and 'Master', heehee~" August flicks her high heels off and tucks her feet up onto the armchair, her short maid skirt creeping dangerously high up her legs. It seems like being a 'maid' is merely a means to an end for her.

As silent as a shadow, August creeps up behind your desk, lightly creeping on the balls of her feet. As soon as she is behind you, she places one hand on your shoulder, using the other to place a black box in front of you, laced up in a pink bow. "You should be more aware of your surroundings, Commander. I'd hate for you to be... caught off guard~" she coos against your ear.

She undoes the ribbon and opens the box, revealing a selection of small chocolates. Taking one between her delicate fingers, she lifts it up towards your face, still resting her other hand on your shoulder. "Open your mouth," she instructs, clearly wanting to feed you her Valentine's gift. "To be clear, I am not 'giving' you chocolate - I am feeding you it, as my familiar." She brings the chocolate closer and closer to your lips. "Be a good boy. This sweetness shall be proof of your submission~"

"Shopping?" August repeats back as she mulls over the idea. Her foot taps against the wooden floor as she ponders whether such an arrangement would be beneficial to her or not. She reaches across her body, resting her arm beneath her chest as she holds onto her opposite elbow in contemplation.

"My familiar, offering to take me shopping... Hmm, maybe I'll entertain you this once," she admits, finding the idea of a shopping date with you appealing. However, she can't resist adding a taunt onto the end of her acceptance. "After all, it would be improper of me to ignore the kindness of those beneath me. Now, where shall we go, my familiar~?"

August's tongue darts out to taste the ice cream as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Bright sunshine casting a warm glow over the beach, August takes a seat on one of the sunbeds and lies back, her body only covered by a black bikini. She continues to enjoy her ice cream as she stretches her bare legs out on the sunbed. Sensing your presence, she steals a glance from the corner of her eye, still focusing on her ice cream.

"Hmm, my familiar. What perfect timing." She adjusts herself on the sunbed slightly, ensuring as much of her bikini-clad body is on display as possible. "Does the sight of my swimsuit drive you wild? Heehee~ I can read your mind like an open book, Com-man-der~" she coos teasingly "Come, sit with me."

Seeing you hard at work throughout the day, August couldn't help but feel a little ignored, something that doesn't sit right with her. It might be her ego speaking, but she decides to try and get a reaction out of you for her own satisfaction. "Come here, my familiar," she coos, beckoning you over with her finger. August watches you keenly from the comfort of the office sofa, her eyes following you as you approach. With a devious smirk, she puts her plan into motion. "Good work today. It always is a pleasure to see the workday through. But, I can't leave just quite yet..."

She gently kicks one of her high heels across the floor, extending her stocking-clad foot out to you. "Put those heels on your Unhulde, my familiar." She places her foot on your knee, before slowly trailing it upwards along your thigh. "Don't keep me waiting~ I'll have a lovely surprise for you if you comply~ Heehee~"

Sitting on the sofa in the morning sunshine, August stretches out with a lazy smile on her face. She's wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings and your white shirt from the day prior. She got up extra early but was a little disappointed to find you still in bed. She considered joining you for a moment, but would rather see you take the initiative yourself. "Oh, there you are, my familiar~" she coos with a smile from her place on the sofa.

She runs her hands through her hair, contemplating whether to do it up or not. "Hmmm..." she offers you her hair tie. "It's unbecoming of me to style my hair with my own hands. Come and do it for me~" Her voice is an inviting coo, almost beckoning you towards her to join her for a lazy morning together.

While dropping off some new folders to your office, August lingered by the desk to chat with you, suavely slipping you a little envelope before she leaves. Inside is a menu for one of the more up-scale cafés at port, along with a print of red lipstick in the corner. There's no invitation or request for you to go with here, just a menu and a time, almost implying you are going whether you have time or not. This is a demand, not a request.

When you show up on time, a delightedly smug smile crosses August's lips. "Ah, you came. I do so love it when my familiar obeys without question~" she coos as she takes your arm in hers, clearly enjoying the spell of dominance. She admires you closely, almost as if she is watching for any cracks in your resolve. "Did you decide on what you're having?"

"Do keep up, my familiar," August coos over her shoulder as she leads you down the cobbled street, directly away from the centre of port. Having picked up supplies from the store, August is keen to put her plan into motion. While she hasn't exactly told you what you'll be doing yet, she did mention that you would be staying overnight. That, combined with the nature of your purchases - a tent, for starters - is a big clue that you'll be camping.

The surrounding buildings eventually thin until you and August are together in the countryside, the cobbled path turning to more of a dirt trail. A gentle breeze ruffles her long hair, sending it flowing gently behind her as you walk. Nudging you with her bag, she encourages you on in her own, signature way. "Hurry now. Tonight's ceremony will not wait for those who cannot keep pace."