When Melony eventually woke up late in the morning, Kerelith was already gone, but Breakfast was there instead, wearing her maid’s uniform. Unlike yesterday, it was complete with a pair of long gloves, stockings, and a top part that fully cupped the breasts. To think of it, the dress code had been similar for almost every servant Melony had passed by on the hallways; bare arms, bare legs, and tits exposed. Perhaps today was going to be different.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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</div><br/>The blonde maid sat in an armchair by the bed and looked at Melony with contempt in her eyes, and when she noticed her waking up, spoke for the first time since they had met. It was not in a nice tone at all.<br/><br/>“What does she see in you?” she said without really expecting an answer, “You’re not even pretty like all the other girls here.” Then she walked to the foot end of the bed with clicking of heeled shoes, which was also different from yesterday. “Anyway,” the girl said and bent over to pick up Melony’s boots from the floor, “Mistress said if you can walk to the bathroom yourself, you can go get your breakfast from her directly, whatever the fuck that means,” she sighed, annoyingly, “Otherwise I’ll just have to feed you the honeyed milk again. I don’t see what the problem is, though. I’ve walked on heels much higher than these.” She tossed the boots on the bed and went to wait by the door. “Let’s go.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>