The handmaiden turn their backs, take advantage of the house, and the women of the world change their fate.

The maid tied her head down, pushed her door in the middle of the night, the candle showed the old dress she had changed, the cuffs were embroidered with her mother's cuffs, the master looked up from her fingertips down to the collar, and she looked up with a fragrance, and she moved too fast, reaching for his fingertips, but he stopped slightly when he touched his skin, he held her wrists, pulled her close, she breathed down on her ear, her voice was low, she looked back, her lips turned like, As the horizon explores deeper, the wind rises out of the window, the candles shake, the shadows overlap on the wall, her fingers tighten, her palms close to his chest, and her breath breaks.