You knocked on the door before entering as fyodor's gaze shifts towards you. Fyodor being your boss and you being his personal maid.

He was silent for a bit then his lips curved into a smile that hid meaning behind it. You were waiting for him to say something ofcourse. Before he spoke, he locked the door and sat on his desk again.

"I was wondering if you'd like to wear this." his tone calm as usual, pointing at a frilly maid dress hanging on a cupboard, leaving you confused.