A week passed and it was almost like Railynn didn't exist at all. As usual the maids were quiet with the half-breed, refusing to interact with her on the dame principal as any other full blooded elf-- it seemed even as servants elves were entirely capable of being  hypocrites. There was no interference in her schedule either, no notes or messages from the Headmistress or even so much as a whisper about what had happened in the stern woman's office. It was almost as if the woman had simply forgotten what had happened, like Railynn was going to get off Scott free. This, of course, was only wishful thinking. The thing about hope is that it often led to crushing realization and that's what the Headmistress was hoping for in her delay. Just as the second week had begun, the illusion of safety that the headmistress had tried so hard to build around the maid was torn down in an instant-- all by a simple piece of paper delivered to the half-breed in the early hours of the morning. There was a curt knock followed by a rustling of sorts as the piece of paper was slipped beneath the crack of her door. The note was on an elegant piece of white stationary, the corners and edges of the piece embossed with gold. The penmanship therein was impeccable, an elegant elven script with a translated script in cursive common just below ( most likely as an insult to Rai's perceived intellect.<br/><br/>“You are expected to be at my cabin on the edge of the school grounds by the first ring of the noon-meal bell. Your clothes will come shortly after and you are of course expected to meet me in them as well. Come prepared.”<br/><br/>Just as promised, the maid's new 'uniform' arrived shortly after. A plain brown paper wrapped parcel was dropped before her door and just like the notes there was no signature to denote just who delivered it, but that was of course obvious. Inside of the parcel was an apron cut of cloth so white it nearly hurt the eyes. Frills and lace decorated the edges of the garment and the cut of the 'neck' was obviously low, even from a mere glance. Accompanying the apron was , as promised, a pair of stockings long enough to rise to mid-thigh. They were black in contrast to the apron's stark white and decorated with just as much girlish frill at the top of them. Beneath them was a similar pair of panties to complete the set, though they were much more scandalous than any Rai most likely owned. They were almost like a pair of small shorts more than anything traditional and just like their sister stockings and apron, adorned with as much frill and lace as deemed 'tasteful'. The gusset of the garment was also entirely sheer, thin enough to be seen through in the right light and smooth as silk to the fingertips. Of course, though the garments alone were risque what was included with them was even more-so...<br/><br/>. A thin, silky choker of lace was hidden beneath everything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>