Gacha Maid Outfit Novels & Stories

Feli quickly grabbed Jerrald's wrist before he could escape. "Let go, Cia..." Jerrald whispered with difficulty. He was still unable to look at Feli. "What is it? Did I disappoint you?" Jerrald turned his body to look at the maid. "You—" Jerrald's words trailed off. His eyes blinked in disbelief. My God... Was he the reason the maid looked like this? Feli was like a seductive goddess in her now untidy clothes. One of her breasts was visible. Her lower garment was already undone. Showing the thin pink cloth that she had pulled down. Feli's light brown hair was messy everywhere. Her legs were bent.

"Your salary can be 2 to 3 times more than the usual maid. And I guarantee that within three months you'll be able to get your new school uniform." Oliver's offer managed to get Sophia interested. If that was the case, then Sophia would gladly accept it.

“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.

“Um maid, what do I call you?” With glee in her eyes, the maid answered, “Milady, you may call me by any name you wish, but with the other maids, my name is Izbeth.” “Okay Izbeth, thank you.” Izbeth the maid happily continued to assist Vastria with her hair and new clothes. Vastria was given a dress that Eldrid had picked out but asked for something more casual. At the end, Vastria wore blue jeans and a black V-neck shirt.

Liora and another maid—Clara, young, barely twenty worked in tense silence to prepare me for dinner. The gown Matteo had “requested” through one of his aides was already laid out on the bed: deep crimson silk, it had a low-cut bodice, thigh-high slit, back almost nonexistent. Provocative didn’t begin do enough to describe it. It was a weapon disguised as fabric. I stood in front of the full-length mirror while Clara zipped me up with shaking fingers. The red clung to every curve, screamed power and danger at the same time. I looked like a flame in a dark room.

she told the maid. The maid hastened, assisting her in removing her simple attire and having it replaced by the dress Rafe had bought. The fabric hugged Seraya's body, fitting precisely as if tailored just for her. The style of the gown was one of elegance and authority, a testament that it was something that should not be ignored.

she pouted and was about to cry. We ignored her rant, and now it was my turn. I waved my hand and magic Mirai’s gown and then she glowed brightly. As I imagine it would, the gown's design changes gradually. The color turned aqua blue, and the glitters glistened at the light. The rhinestones and pearls were perfectly adorned which added to the gown’s elegance that accentuated her exquisite figure. Mirai's beauty floated more in the dress. Now, she looks more like a princess, and the plain Mirai is gone.

I'm sure the different styles and colours acted as rank identifiers. The first maid costume was rather simple. It was a black and white French maid apron, white headband, bowtie, white elbow-long gloves with little black bows at the back of the wrists, and white knee-high socks. Their shoes were black block heel Mary Janes. There were a lot of servants dressed like that.

I knew that all eyes would be on her during the Luna’s blessing, and I wanted to make a powerful impression. I don’t want to look weak to any body. Once my makeup was complete, I turned my attention to my outfit. The maid had chosen a flowing, silver gown that shimmered in the light. It was adorned with intricate beadwork and delicate lace, making it the perfect dress for the Luna’s Blessing’s ceremony. As i slipped into the dress, I felt a sense of pride wash over her. I was about to go act as a Luna to give my blessing to someone, even though the person is my Ex who hurt my feelings

It made me feel even more uneasy. “Well go on,” Maid Gloria said. “Choose a gown so we can start getting you ready.” Her face seemed kind enough but there was an edge of annoyance in her voice. “Oh, um, yes. Okay,” I replied. They all held up their gowns. “It’s hard to choose,” I said. “They’re all so lovely.” And they were. Pink taffeta, emerald green satin, sapphire velvet. I’d never seen so many beautiful gowns in one place before. My eyes fell on a purple one with a silk corset and a lace overlay. “That one,” I pointed.