Laid in Manhattan

She is rushing to her first shift, he is playing around with his phone in the car. Their collision on the morning street leaves a coffee stain, abrasions, and irreconcilable hatred. But fifteen minutes later, she is already standing in his apartment as his new maid. The rules are simple: obey, be silent, comply. He is a spoiled young master for whom humiliation is not an accident but a sophisticated way to test other people's boundaries. She is a woman for whom work is her last chance not to give up. A small uniform. A large apartment. A slippery jar of cream and the weight of humiliation that turns shame into excitement. In this house, no one asks for permission — but everyone waits for an answer with their body.