Bakugou Maid Outfit Novels & Stories

Most of Maakua's friends had come and they were hanging around. “Maakua, what is keeping you?" Akosua asked walking into the house. Akosua's makeup was simple, yet beautiful. She had braided knotless braids a couple of days back. In all, she looked stunning in her outfit. “Ma, I'm here," Maakua said. She had let down her braids and was dressed in a black off-shoulder jumpsuit paired with black flats. She looked cute in her outfit. “Aw, you look cute." She said as they walked out to the garden together. The full squad had appeared and we're waiting for the birthday girl and her mother.

The dark brown, almost black, tail gently swayed, and the long tail — with a black-colored switch — originated from the circular cutout embedded in her maid outfit. Dressed in a peculiar custom-made maid outfit with black patches plastering, aesthetically, all over the goth black and white dress and a layered pleated mini skirt that did nothing to hide her meaty thighs adding to it the white garter belts hugging said thighs tightly emphasizing them further — all of her attire just gave her a unique seductive charm akin to a seductress.

My phone vibrates and I pick it up to see a new text, it says “The black bag.” I search the bags with my eyes and I quickly spot the black bag he is talking about, and inside I find a full outfit, a sleeveless large white top and a short olive skirt, brown leather sandals with a hand bag of the same color, and a thin gold necklace, the outfit together is so beautiful and soft, and even matches my skin and eyes. “Maisie, look!” I look up at Maisie with the things in my hands like a ten-years old and I see she is looking at me with a frown on her face.

I mumbled sadly, it was so frustrating and so unreal to be living through all this, even though it was almost two months since I moved in, it was still all a bit of a fantasy, I refused to connect with reality once and for all. It was too painful! I looked calmly at the contents of the box, which contained five gray shirts with dark blue stripes and five dark blue viscose pants in the same shade as the shirt. At least I'd have one clean outfit a day to wear, I thought. I also had five pairs of white socks and three pairs of very, very ugly black shoes, the exact type worn by the waiters. I swallowed down the tears that threatened to break out again, controlling myself so as not to cry anymor

The hair is in a high bun and the fashion is vibrating from top to bottom. There was Anita, her secretary, and several men in black suits, dressed neatly in the Men in Black style, but without glasses. Pak. Sutar, her trusted man, rushed into the room with his body bent over handing the branded bag to great madam, my mother-in-law. On the other couch, sat a woman dressed super neatly holding an open folder containing some papers, I don't know what that is. Amelia, Wisnu and I immediately approached the Great Madam, took her hand to kiss each other, taking turns. She smiled while stroking the heads of Amelia and Wisnu.

I have nothing else. The tall maid shook her head fast, her expression gentle. "You don't have to apologize to us, my lady." With two fingers, she grabbed a basic white shirt and some jeans from Izora's baggage, as though worried the fabric could break at her touch. She said, gently, "Please wear these for now." "I shall go straight forward to advise the master that... suitable arrangements must be made." She bowed once more, excused herself, and rushed from the room with quick, silent strides, not waiting for a reply.

I whispered to Blaze so he stares at me. “I think she’s right. She’s out of place, its good for her to have a tour in our packhouse.” Lenox agreed with me. His a big help, but his stares at me are sticky. “I can tour her!” I look around and saw a girl with her maid uniform. So, she is also a maid? “Okay, take care!” Blaze said and I smiled at him. Tsk. Sounds sweet, but I know its fake. It is only for the sake of the pretend.

Now, her curiosity spiked to a peak. Slowly, Moza opened the luxury boutique bag. Nestled inside was an elegant black evening gown, paired with a small clutch featuring a delicate silver chain. As her fingers brushed against the fabric, Moza flinched in surprise; the gown was crafted from incredibly premium, heavy velvet. The upper half of the gown was designed to accentuate the curves of the shoulders and back, adorned with intricate, subtle silver beadwork. Meanwhile, the lower half cascaded into a striking mermaid silhouette. The garment radiated an aura of profound elegance, absolute confidence, and high class—a universe removed from the expected image of a housemaid.

“You're so pretty and lucky to be their maid. Come with me, I'll take you to the my room and show you a lot. Maybe you can even set up Draven with me so I can have him. This is my only chance now that he's here and I can't mess it up.” A maid? I almost choked at her words and looked down at myself to find out the meaning of her words. She was dressed in elegance, a Victoria secret black sequin gown with a strapless shoulder, her makeup up was classy and perfect and her heels were definitely one of a kind whereas, I was dressed in casual sweatpants and a baggy top that made me look homeless. She dragged my hands even before I could protest and took me to her room which looked like I stepped i

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"