The Alpha King's Mind-Reading Maid
“Very good. Upon his rising, you shall offer him his morning tea and refreshments. Then, with permission, bathe him with great care. After that, bring him his garments for the day.”
He stops suddenly before a set of doors, and opens them. “And speaking of garments, your own will be found in the chest in this room. Change quickly.”
Lucy and I rush forward and grab two outfits that look like they’ll fit us. I scramble to put it on, but Lucy takes her sweet time to admire her body in the maid dress and comb through her hair after fastening the headpiece.
“Ooh!” she exclaims, posing girlishly. I stare in disbelief, but force myself to hold my tongue.