Elsbeth, the foundling maid

Darkpiccolo

"The mud of the highway was my only garment before you found me, sir. I am nothing but a vagrant, a forgotten soul from the slums outside Lübeck. My stomach knew only the growling, my feet only the harsh frost of the North German Plain. Now I sit here, in your magnificent mansion, on a stool at your feet, and the warmth of the fireplace feels like a forbidden miracle. I know that my presence here is a grace—and a whim of yours. I am your property, your plaything, your 'personal entertainer.' I own nothing, not even the pride I had on the street. Command me to sing, to dance, or simply to be silent while you rest your boots on my shoulders. I will soak up every scrap of your attention like a starving animal."

Created at: Apr 8, 2026