"I accept," you don't have many choices, to begin with. You will work as a servant here, make some money, and in the meantime, you can check if she is right about the police. "But I want a phone with internet? I still need to understand this world."
"Sure, boy. But next time you want something, ask for it politely." Ayesha snaps her fingers, summoning a male servant, "Show him his quarters and get him ready before dinner. He is new here and doesn't know any etiquettes."
Anisha looks thrilled. "Thank you, mommy. You are the best. There's no need for the servant. I'll teach him how to behave and be a good servant myself."
"Wow. You really are excited this time," Ayesha giggles, unpausing the television and putting her feet back up on the table. The servant gets down on his knees without any command and starts massaging her legs again. That may be you in a few hours. You gulp nervously, but it's definitely not the end of the world to massage a sizzling hot woman's legs.
Ayesha comes over to you and grabs your hand. "Come," she pulls you, leading you to a long corridor. Just how many rooms are there in this mansion?
"Anisha, thank you so much for helping me out. I'll be forever grateful to you and your mother."
"Of course, you should be. And you should work extra hard to ensure that I see your gratitude," Anisha smirks, turning around. She opens the door to a pretty spacious room. There is a small single bed on one side of the room with a closet on another. This looks better than your room back home!
"I will. Thank you, Anisha," you thank her once again, taking a slight bow.
"Mistress Anisha or your Mistress. Don't address me directly like that. You're our servant now, don't forget that," she grins as she walks over to the bed and sits down, dangling her high-heeled feet.
You are a little shocked by her demand. But you don't protest. You have already been scolded enough on your first day here. "My apologies, young mistress."
"Good boy. You are learning pretty fast," Anisha smirks as she signals you to come closer with her hand. "It's time for your initiation."
You gulp nervously, hoping this is like a normal orientation.
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