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DISCLAIMER:

-I DO NOT OWN the characters of MCL or any references I may make to dialogue either!

-I've had this Master-Maid kind of set up in my mind for awhile now

-This fic is AU, Lys is gonna be OOC (but hopefully not too much), and this is supposed to have a couple of LEMONS in it. I'll try not to write it horribly - no promises tho

-Don't read if you are easily offended

-This is my first fic so R&R please~ I wanna write better in the future!

Thanks, loves – enjoy

~Kwahlity

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Soft rays of sunlight caressed her face as the dawn rose; the light beginning to peak above the horizon filtered through the elegantly crafted Victorian windows. Blinking away the sleep, she stretched and yawned.

"Another dawn, another day," she said as her feet found the plush crimson carpet in her room.

There was much to be done. She needed to dust the banisters, vacuum the floors, polish the silver and have some laundry done before preparing breakfast for her Master. If she did not have it ready by the same time every morning, it was likely that he would forget to eat at all.

You see, Candy is a maid: the Ainsworth family's housekeeper to be precise.

Despite being the maid for the family, Lysander, the master she served, was the only one of the four that lived on the estate.

The other family members were Mr. and Mrs. Ainsworth along with Lysander's elder brother Leigh. Or at least that was what she had been told. She had never met the Mister and Missus nor Leigh. She's asked about them on several occasions, but all her elusive employer would say, without looking up from his latest read, was that his family was a bit 'different' and that maybe they would visit in the future.

But the Master himself did not seem that normal either. He was very...mysterious, and preferring to say little when addressed. His taste in fashion was very…distinct as well. To 'complete the mansion's image' he said he preferred to wear clothing reminiscent of the Victorian Era. Candy's wardrobe was not spared as he insisted she wear the many Gothic Lolita and Steampunk inspired dresses that filled her closet.

Opening the looming, mahogany armoire, Candy rummaged through the many dark frills and bows and chose a short black ruffled number accompanied with thigh-high striped stockings, lacy black arm warmers with a matching choker, a pair of black combat boots, and a black ribbon to braid into her long, ash blonde hair.

I guess it's not all that bad, Candy thought to herself, pleased with the reflection staring back at her.

With that, she exited her room and began her morning toil before breakfast.