"Uhm. I'll take the room, thank you very much." Viloet politely replied. 'What.' She thought harshly to herself, 'It's not like Grishka<em>hasn't</em>already seen you give your employer a blow job and get drenched in his cum.'<br/><br/>She clutched the piece of fabric close to her as she walked away into the changing room. Ooh. She was definitely keeping the hosery. Maybe the gloves too. With her leather armor in a pile at the corner of the room, Viloet looked herself over. She turned around, raising an eyebrow at her butt, exposed at the back of the apron as it was. Cute. She had let her hair down over her shoulders, feeling that a pair of pigtails was no longer quite as appropriate.<br/><br/>'Maybe I could get it braided...' She thought, running a finger through some strands of hair. May as well show Grishka. The halfling stepped out of the room, barefoot and with the cap in her hands. "I'm not putting on this until I'm told to." She said, clutching in her fingers with a sour glare.<br/><br/>"Well, how do I look?" She chirped, doing a quick twirl, "Can't say I've worn anything like this before. I mean, I've never even really even<em> done </em>maid-work before. First time for everything, I suppose."