This was so demeaning. I mean, the great Buns Bernetta reduced to this. Grumbling to myself I walked up to the door with my arms crossed, currently dressed in a short french-maid outfit. Or at least it looked short. Really it was on the conservative side, as far as the outfits go, but the combination of my plump stomach and huge butt hiked it up to leave my panties quite clearly visible. I wasn't exactly eager to be working her, but after getting expelled from school, again, my parents were insisting that I work for this lady a while. As I knocked on the door, I half turned to glance up at Jester, making note of his hair. "Well at least I'll only be the second most embarassingly dressed person here..."