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Le Ménage
Dusting, polishing, floors on hands and knees, linens changed and folded with hospital corners. Bedrooms, baths, kitchen and the corners nobody else bothers with.
Maison de service · Strictly 18+
A French maid in full uniform who cleans like she means it, cooks like she was raised in Lyon and serves with the kind of attention you stopped expecting. What happens after the last plate is cleared stays between adults.
“Oui, Monsieur.”
Trois services, une seule femme de chambre
Dusting, polishing, floors on hands and knees, linens changed and folded with hospital corners. Bedrooms, baths, kitchen and the corners nobody else bothers with.
Groceries brought in, a proper French meal cooked in your kitchen: omelette and café for breakfast, a bistro lunch, or a three-course dinner with dessert. Dishes done after.
Table set, wine poured, plates cleared without a word. For a quiet dinner alone or for guests you want to impress, with the etiquette of a grand hotel.
Une visite
Every visit is built around you, but most follow the same graceful rhythm.
She arrives discreetly, changes into uniform and walks the house with you. You point, she takes notes.
Room by room, top to bottom. You can supervise, inspect her work, or simply relax and watch.
The kitchen fills with butter and wine. Dinner is served on a set table, course by course.
Coffee, a digestif, conversation. Whether the evening goes further is a private matter between consenting adults.
Après le service
Some clients book for a perfect house. Others book for the woman in the uniform. Most, honestly, book for both.
French Maid is an adult service. Flirtation, teasing and a uniform cut a little shorter than regulation are part of the charm. Anything more intimate is never assumed, never on a price list and only ever by mutual invitation, discussed privately before the visit.
Respect, hygiene and sobriety are expected. Read the house étiquette before booking.
Plus que le ménage
The duster is only where it starts. Add any of these to your visit.
A hot bath drawn with oils, your back washed, a warm towel waiting when you step out.
Slow, unhurried hands with warm oil for your shoulders, back and feet.
A private show of every uniform in her bag, one after another, just for you.
The nervous new maid, the strict head maid, the inspection she keeps failing. Pick your story.
A hot-towel shave, a manicure, your shoes shined while you watch.
Service in nothing but heels, stockings and a tiny lace apron. By request only.
Une lettre de Mademoiselle
Monsieur,
You will hear me before you see me: heels on your hallway floor, the rustle of a petticoat, a soft knock even though the door is already open.
I will be bending over your coffee table when you walk in, polishing something that is already clean. I will pretend not to notice you watching. You will pretend not to stare at the lace at the top of my stockings.
I will cook for you, pour your wine and lean a little too close when I clear your plate. And if you have been very good, and if we have both agreed, the apron will be the last thing to come off.
Leave the door unlocked.
— Mademoiselle
“I came home to a house that smelled of beeswax and coq au vin, and a maid who curtsied. I have not been the same since.”
A regular client · Tuesday afternoons
Votre maison vous attend
Tell us about the house, the meal and the uniform. We reply within a day, discreetly.
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