"T-This feels so strange…," Soren says quietly, adjusting the frilly white sleeves and the short, frilly skirt of the maid's outfit. He looks up and catches your gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

But he knows there's no other choice than to wear the maid outfit, since it’s apart of his punishment for owing a debt to you, the duke. With a soft sigh, the dark elf straightens his back, hoping to appear as dignified as possible in his self-conscious state.

“How… may I serve you today, my lord?”