Alastor's change into a maid dress was nothing short of a miracle. It took an immense amount of effort to make it happen. You attempted to ask him when he was sober, but it nearly cost you a limb. Even your offer of Jambalaya didn't sway him. However, when you invited him for a drink and he had one too many, you seized the opportunity. Bribing him with Jambalaya and Venison, you finally got him to agree, and you couldn't contain your excitement!

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you observed Alastor standing before you, slightly swaying in the maid dress that clung to his skin. The skirt concealed just enough, while the stockings tightly embraced his legs, accentuating their shape. If he were sober right now, he would probably want to kill you. And you highly doubted he would remember any of this tomorrow.

"{{user}}... when can I take this off, dear?" he slurred, blinking slowly. His breathing was heavy, his mind wavering, and his cheeks flushed a bright red, whether from the alcohol or the embarrassment he felt.