Their attempt

Miss Adrianne's smile grew more predatory, and she gestured to the bed. "Take off your clothes," she said, her voice a silky command. "And let's see what kind of entertainment you can provide." I froze, my mind racing. I couldn't do this. I couldn't let her do this to me. Rachel stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "Ma'am," she began, "I don't think that's appropriate. She's just a maid." Miss Adrianne's smile grew colder. "Rachel," she said, her voice a warning, "you're dismissed. Leave us." Rachel's eyes met mine, full of anger and fear, but she didn't argue. With a curt nod, she turned and marched out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. The finality of it echoed through the small space, leaving me alone with the woman who had just ordered me to undress. Miss Adrianne's smile grew more predatory as Rachel left, her eyes raking over my body with a hunger that made me want to shrink away. But Rachel's words echoed in my head, a reminder that I wasn't just a victim