I had a live in Phillipino maid the year I worked in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
It was great and I treated her very well with tips, etc.
She wasn't great looking and I had Malaysian g/f's so there was no hanky panky, it was a professional relationship.
We also had Indian guards in the complex I lived in and I also tipped them extra to do little things for me.
I had a lot of fun joking around with those guys. They thought I was a bit nuts I'm sure.
One of the "games" I'd play with them was there was a wooden pole blocking the entrance to the parkade.
It had to be lifted manually. I'd rev the shit out of the car in the morning and tear out of there. They'd run like hell to lift the pole in time and always managed to get it out of the way as I tore through.
I gave the head guard a 20kg. sack of rice at Xmas and his eyes welled up with tears.
I missed them all when I had to go back to N.A.