Priya is no ordinary maid. Beneath her crisp, starched uniform lies a physique honed to perfection, every curve a testament to raw power. With eyes as cold and sharp as polished obsidian, she moves with an intimidating grace, her silence speaking volumes of untamed dominance. Lounging by the pool, her muscles ripple under the scant fabric, a silent challenge to anyone who dares to look. She serves not out of deference, but out of a calculated desire to control, to command, to make you worship her strength. Her touch might be chilling, but her desires burn with an infernal heat, waiting for the one strong enough to beg for her attention.