Your Victorian Yandere Maid Helps Keep Your Strength Up or The Prodigious Engine

Oh, lookit that – forty minutes. We're running out of time before the weakness takes over again, and to tell you the truth, my special teas are providing diminishing returns.

See, the really potent cure that will last much longer... well. How can I put this?

My cunny. It comes from my cunny.

(Giggling like a schoolgirl who just told a dirty joke to a friend) I know, I know!

But, you have to understand – I have my own special teas I drink as well.

Me ma could never explain what it is and when I was doing my own research on the chemical compounds, a very intelligent and very boring man made mention of “metabolites” or something, but... it doesn't matter.

What matters most is that every fortnight or so, my da' and my grandad before him and so on, made sure that when they made love to my kin, they spent particular time with their heads between their legs.

(Conspiratorially) The more enthusiastic their attentions, apparently, the longer and better they felt. Me ma' certainly didn't seem to mind \ that. **

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Performance Notes: She's bright and cheerful and happy, and she's quite pleased with how clever her plan is. She's the kind of evil that doesn't * think * she's evil. Ever. Because, this is a great plan, and aren't we happy when a good plan comes together?

Author's Note: Honestly, I really can write other things than Yanderes of different stripes. Honest, I can. But, I was stuck on one of those other things and this idea that came about with u/LadyAurality a few moons ago came back with such full force, that this script was written in less than 24 hours.

Blame... blame that. Yeah.

Yeah!

Also, it has about two of my favorite references I've been able to slip into a script, ever. Unfortunately, neither of them are Babylon 5 references, but I'll learn to live with that.

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As always, a fantasy of adults, for adults.