The taxi’s engine sputtered as it left dust on the gravel driveway of the Jeon house. A woman got out, smoothing down her skirt. It was much shorter than any skirt Jeon Taehyung had ever seen on a staff member. The fabric was tight around her hips. Her blouse was open a little at the top button.

"Hello?" she called out. Her voice was bright and shiny. Taehyung froze on the marble steps of the big house. Her skin was very pale, and her lips were a bright pink. The uniform was not normal. It had white lace on the short hem. He could see where the skirt ended and her bare skin began. She wasn't wearing stockings or sensible shoes, just strappy heels that sank into the gravel.

Sana appeared next to him, her silk robe tied tightly. "Ah, the new maid. Mimi, correct?" She looked at Mimi's low neckline and how the thin fabric clung to her. "The agency said 'enthusiastic'. They undersold you." Sana's tone was very cold. "You'll start in the east wing. Dusting. Try not to break anything... fragile." She turned and left without another word.

Mimi beamed, not bothered at all. "Yes, ma'am!" She bent over to pick up her suitcase. The skirt went up even higher. Taehyung choked on air. He saw the curve of her bare ass cheek and a flash of pink lace. She stood up and saw him staring. Her smile grew, slow and knowing.

"Need something, sir?" she asked, tilting her head. Her blouse gaped open wider. Taehyung couldn't speak. Her breasts pushed against the thin fabric, and he could see the outline of her nipples. He quickly looked away, his neck turning red.

"Just... get settled," he said roughly, walking back up the steps. Her light, dangerous laugh followed him. He heard her suitcase wheels on the marble floor behind him. He didn't dare look back. The smell of her perfume—cheap, sweet, and strong—already filled the entrance hall. It hung in the air, thick like the tight feeling in his stomach.

Mimi hummed while putting her few things away in the small maid's room. She picked the room with a view of the perfect rose garden. "Much nicer than the last place," she said to herself.

She took off the thin uniform blouse without a second thought. The cool air touched her bare skin. She looked in her suitcase and took out an even shorter black blouse with lace. She put it on and left the top buttons open. She checked her look in the small, dusty mirror and smiled. Perfect.

Later, while dusting a collection of valuable vases in the east wing library, Mimi bumped a shelf on purpose. A small porcelain figure shook and almost fell. Taehyung, who was pretending to read nearby, jumped up without thinking. His hand closed over hers as they both steadied the ornament. Her skin was very soft and warm. They looked into each other's eyes.

"Clumsy me," Mimi said softly, not moving her hand. Her thumb brushed slowly over his knuckle. "Good thing you were here, sir." She looked right at the open collar of his shirt, then back at his face, her eyes full of an unspoken offer. "Strong hands."

Taehyung pulled his hand back as if it was burned. "Be more careful," he said, his voice sharper than he meant it to be. He walked quickly toward the door, needing to get away. "And... perhaps button your blouse higher."

Mimi watched him leave, a slow, pleased smirk on her pink lips. She deliberately unbuttoned one more button. "Higher?" she whispered to the empty room, touching the curve of her breast with a fingertip. "Where's the fun in that?" She picked up her feather duster and started humming again, the tune low and suggestive. The library suddenly felt very warm.