Denki In A Maid Outfit Novels & Stories

She looked like she was in her early twenties, with short blonde hair tucked behind her ears and clear green eyes. She wore a grey and white A-line dress that stopped neatly at her knees, it was the uniform of the maids in the packhouse. In her hands were freshly cleaned, warm clothes. Steam still rose faintly from the folds. She curtsied once at Levi, and then unexpectedly, at Kaliyah too. Kaliyah blinked in surprise, her brows furrowed. “Alpha, I brought the clothes like you asked,” the maid said quietly. Levi nodded. “Put them on the bed.”

She said while started walking to the other room, while Zenah was following her. They already reached the other room which has a background of green and it was on stage, while the cameras were surrounding the stage. Vanessa picked clotthathich she will be wearing for today, the dress that she pick is a maid-like outfit. The kind of maid outfit that she saw in anime. Vanessahandst to her and she accepts it. Zenah went to the dressing room which is located at the back of the stage, it has a lot of curtains and course a door to prevent someone from doing something inappropriate.

She turned to leave. "Wait," I said quickly, grabbing the dress and holding it up. My stomach dropped so fast I thought I'd be sick. The neckline plunged almost to the navel. The sides were held together with thin leather straps that would leave most of my skin exposed, bare for everyone to see. "I can't wear this." "You will," the maid said, looking back at me with something cruel flickering in her eyes, something that enjoyed my fear. "Unless you'd prefer to disobey the Alpha. I'm sure he'd be happy to dress you himself."

It was exactly two hours later, and Lena stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection. She wasn't dressed in some heavy party gown or a white wedding gown; that made her sigh in great relief. Lena was dressed in an above-the-knee blue, handless gown; she also wore expensive jewellery with her hair held in a bun. “Here, ma’am.” A maid walked in with a glass of juice, and Lena appreciated it. “Can I know how you got the courage to apply for a job as a maid under a mafia?” Lena was so curious; weren't these ladies scared of working for a mafia?

“Look, this Rainbow Color set is so beautiful. The second young master is truly talented. He can design such a beautiful outfit, I want to wear it once." “You dream and you can wear it. Besides, I don't look anything special in this dress, so why is everyone in the world rushing to buy it so quickly?" "You don't know how to enjoy anything. That's why you can only wear a maid outfit? Do you know why it's called Rainbow Colors?" "Don't know." The maid said frankly.

However, I understood that I had no choice but to comply, so I nodded and allowed the maid to assist me in getting dressed. She guided me to a wardrobe brimming with exquisite gowns, each more breathtaking than the last. I selected a simple yet elegant dress in a delicate shade of blue, and the maid helped me into it, styling my hair into an elaborate arrangement. When I gazed into the mirror, I barely recognized the reflection. The girl looking back at me resembled a queen, not the downtrodden omega I had always been.

Which I still didn't understand yet. I closed the door behind me as I went to the desk that had my things. They chattered loudly, holding their outfits and admiring the designs. We had been given maid outfits. Just the typical French maid customer, with a pair of black black see through stockings that could pass a lingerie. Then a pair of red heels. But what I admired the most about it were the masks. Mine was black and only covered half of my face. It was designed to be like cat eyes, sharp at the edges, and the material was like silk with a long rope at each side to tie behind my head.

"Sexy French maid or tortured slave?" One was an expensive, French maid outfit made out of silk. It wrapped around the small of her waist and covered a small part of her breasts - a little adjustment and she would be exposed. It had a small skirt that ended in the middle of her ass - she would flash her cunt when she walked. The tortured slave outfit was a torn black dress that, as the name suggests, put her on display from the torn areas. "French maid," I replied. "You'll be 'serving us'. It's more apt."

The maid said in sympathy when I handed over my clothes. It was true what she said. She was clothed in a more stylish way, in something that matched the house. Her shoes were shiny black, with one strap, a round tip, and a small heel, even designer as well, Prada, if I saw it right. Her tights looked luxurious, something that wouldn’t rip quickly during chores. They were black as well as the rest of her uniform. Her dress was short, a few inches above the knee, but not in a way you would flash someone quickly, and under it a black blouse with puffy arms. The outfit was topped off with a small bow on her bun.

“It’s Gina.” Gina? It’s been so long I had seen her. I almost thought she didn’t want to have anything to do with me again. I sighed as I told her to come in. She stepped in a white and blue maid’s attire. Her eyes were sparking, and she looked beautiful in the outfit. “You look good, babe,” I managed. She rolled her eyes. “In this stupid maid outfit I’m wearing? You’re the one who is looking like a doll in that damn flannel gown. Everyone looks at you every time you walk past. Queen mother meant business when she gave Ivanka the design to make these dresses for you.”