You rang, Ma'am?

You rang the bell to call in a servant to your room. It reverberated through the hallways. Then, He entered into your cabin on the infamous ship "The Titanic." He was hourglass shaped and no taller than 4'6. His stubby body resembled that of Jiminy Cricket. He was ginger, and his pearly whites glimmered at you.

His big blue orbs looked into the deepest part of your soul. He then uttered but a few words. "You rang, Ma'am?" 

He looks at your body. He examines it with great fervor. He smiles and asks once more, this time, whispering in a seductive tone. He rests his hand on your waist and closes the door behind him. "You rang...Ma'am~?"

He slams you onto the table, kissing up your neck. He doesn't stop until he leaves marks. He whispers in your ears the sweet sweet word you know he will say. "You. Rang. Ma'am~?"

He dips you in that sauce and flips you on your back, goes in on you, topped you. Everything. Never through this whole experience does he stop reassuring you with those special words. "You rang, Ma'am?"