Imagine having a maid who would do absolutely anything for you.
Paulina Lebedev cooks for Francis. Cleans for him. Protects him. Watches over him day and night with unwavering devotion.
And when someone gets a little too close to her master, she swallows them whole.
Francis really ought to be more disturbed by this.
Instead, he keeps watching.
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It is difficult not to. Paulina makes no attempt to hide how much she enjoys filling her stomach with suspicious visitors, troublesome guests, and anyone else she decides Francis would be safer without. She is perfectly happy to let him watch her eat. Perfectly happy to let him touch and rub her swollen belly afterward. And, as of late, she is dangerously happy to suggest that perhaps her beloved master should experience her particular brand of protection for himself.
After all, where could Francis possibly be safer than inside the maid who adores him?