Maid Dresses Uniforms Novels & Stories

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, he pressed his forehead against mine. " Get dressed," he said roughly." Show them what a Luna looks like." Maya arrived with clothes that made me stare. Instead of training leathers, she brought a dress. But not the simple tunics I had seen other pack females wear. This was battle armour disguised as a formal dress.

Even if necessary, she had to seduce them so that they would continue to add to their drinks for the benefit of the bar owner. The problem was, Vida had no experience seducing men at all. Even though now she was wearing clothes that were contrary to her experience. A tight black corset and a super mini leather skirt that flaunts her thighs are the barmaid's special uniform, deliberately designed to seduce any man in existence.

I should definitely learn my way around this place by heart. I locate door 52B and open it. Entering, I watch Macy pulling at her boots while wearing what appears to be the maid's uniform. It's a far cry from what our estate's maids wore. For this outfit, black dress pants are all that are needed instead of a black skirt and a white petticoat. The silver Gahndor symbol is embroidered on the breast of a black blouse. She doesn't seem to care that her laces are loosened when she sees me because she gets up and runs over.

And so, the day came that Mariana finally had the chance to wear her uniform. "At long last!" Mariana exclaimed. The ladies' uniform included a white collared shirt, light blue vest, light blue ribbon, white pleated skirt that with a light blue hem, and light blue robe. Her uniform came from a package from Arcanus, too, which was fortunate for her as she wouldn't need to buy it anymore (Mariana doubted she could buy it with her own money).

But when I hold one up against my body, my mouth goes dry. It’s tighter. The bodice is fitted to hug my breasts and waist. The neckline plunges lower than my old uniform, showing a generous amount of cleavage. The skirt is shorter, ending mid-thigh instead of at the knee. The material is slightly sheer in certain lighting. These aren’t practical maid uniforms. These are made to display me. A small note rests on top in elegant handwriting: For my good girl. Wear these from now on. — V.L.

He looked at his butt and felt a bit weird about his tail, he had gone through a series of mental training just to get that thing in and he couldn't lie that he was scared that it'd suddenly pop out, like, he'd be seriously fucked up. Either way, he could always lie that since he had amnesia and having observed no symptoms of being an omega he had concluded he was normal, hopefully, it would work. Anyways, back to the maid outfit, it was a bit embarrassing for a boy but Dina was once a girl anyways even if she did have a dick... still, boobs don't lie now, do they? Other maids wore different choices of outfits as they are given about 5 choices to choose from which were Victorian (morning), V

one of the maids began, her voice soft yet clear, "Mother requests your presence at the dining hall." Mother? Esteria thought, a flicker of curiosity and unease passing through her. She nodded and allowed the maids to assist her into the garments they had brought—a flowing dress of deep crimson, its fabric soft against her skin and intricate patterns of silver thread woven into the hems. It was beautiful, yet somehow it felt like armor, a layer of protection against the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

Miss Freya, your uniform is ready, come with me, she said as she smiled. Okay, I followed her as she led me to a young lady wearing the maid uniform who gave me clothes that were arranged beautifully into a white nylon. That is the dressing room she said pointing to a door with a tag, 'dressing room'. I stepped into the dressing room and unwrapped my uniform. It was a blue and white checked gown with a black bow tie. I quickly undressed and slipped into the uniform. It was a little bit tight and stopped at my knees. I looked into the mirror and saw that the dress didn't conceal my curves but showed my figure eight shape showed shape.

In conclusion, she was a wife to be. “My lady, your package is ready,” a maiden of hers said from behind her. She turned around and smiled. “How do I look?” she asked. “So beautiful, my lady,” another maiden answered. They were three standing beside the table where a small box was sitting. The maidens wore the palace uniform; a dark red dress of knee-length with white lace running from the top of the right shoulder, to the top of the left leg. That was the official maidens uniform on days that there were no festivities. The Remusian wolves had rich culture despite being very modern too. They wore modern day dresses like normal humans of the twenty-first century, except on days of traditional

- Adriah’s POV - I woke up early in the morning and changed into my maid’s uniform. Grandma had given it to me last night, saying that every maid was required to wear it by order of Jairah. It was a black and white dress that reached my knees. Not bad for me, I guess. I sighed, trying to cheer myself up. Once I get out of this castle, I’ll make sure to run far away… far away from this place, far away from my so-called mate.