I'm here to clean your chambers. Is that all you have come here for, Natoa-1? My chambers? I have no idea where you imply, Master. I am but a poor Argonian maid. So you are my dumpling, and a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail. You embarrass me, sir. Fear not. For you I save here with me. I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not. Cleaning in? I have something for you. Here. Polish my spear. But it's huge. It could take me all night. Clintie, have time, my sweet. Clintie, have time. My goodness. That's quite a loaf. But however shall it fit my other. This loaf isn't ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise. If only I could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task? Oh, I've foolish little Argonian maid. You must use your hands. You wish me to need the loaf? Here? Of course. But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her, appetite. Don't fret, my delicate flower. I'll satisfy the mistress' cravings later. Very well. But I'm afraid my oven isn't hot enough. It could take hours. Clintie, have time, my sweet. Clintie, have time. Okay, I'm gonna be... Yeah. Mmm. What is my voice going to be like this? It could take hours. I love that one. That whole thing was quivery. Man, you can tell she's getting wet now. That's what you want to get your horny hornet. Okay. But you got to do it with him. Oh, my foolish little Argonian maid. You have to use... God, fuck! God, this is not a fuck of a bitch.