Chapter 33: She’s Offering Way Too Much

“W–Will I really have to wear this outfit? Can’t I change into something else?”

Perletti awkwardly tugged at the maid miniskirt she was wearing. Her body curled in on itself unnaturally as she desperately pulled at the hem, trying to stretch the skirt—one that barely managed to cover her hips—down a little further.

In her other hand was something smooth and delicate to the touch: the matching item Alberna had handed her—a pair of black garter stockings trimmed with exquisite lace.

Perletti wasn’t unfamiliar with maid outfits. Many noble households had maids, and most hourly domestic workers also treated maid uniforms as standard workwear.

But the one she was wearing now was clearly different from what she understood a maid outfit to be.

First of all, a normal maid uniform prioritized functionality—simple, neat, and easy to clean.

The one on her body right now was obviously not designed as proper workwear at all. The neckline plunged far too low, exposing a glaring expanse of pale cleavage. What should have extended up to the neck had instead been reduced to a collar-like choker. This supposedly neat and proper maid outfit radiated a constant sense of indecency.

This is showing way too much!

As expected of a noble’s handiwork—making her greet customers dressed like this. At a glance, this café looked like one of those “respectable-on-the-surface” adult establishments!

If it were just this outfit alone, Perletti might have been able to grit her teeth and endure it.

But could someone please explain what the hell this black silky thing was supposed to be?!

The smooth, delicate texture, the way skin color showed through with just a little stretch—this was obviously something extremely dangerous, okay?!

Making her wear something like this… she’d rather jump off a hotel balcony.

Oh right, she’d checked out of the hotel this morning. Jumping off a building would cost money.

…Never mind. She wouldn’t jump.

“Alberna… do I really have to wear this skirt?” Perletti looked at her with the last shred of hope in her eyes.

“Not wear it? Of course not! The soul of this maid outfit lies in these garter stockings—those are absolutely mandatory. Just look at Melantha. She’s so well-behaved, and this outfit suits her perfectly without any sense of incongruity at all,” Alberna immediately shot back.

Their official start date was tomorrow. Today, Perletti had brought Feiye along because Alberna said they lacked experience in service work and needed training beforehand.

Had she known that this was what “training” meant, Perletti would never have come—even for a salary of one gold coin a month.

Alberna pushed the obedient Feiye over in front of Perletti. Feiye was also wearing a maid outfit, but it was completely different from Perletti’s. The skirt was longer, falling just past her knees. She wore the same choker, with a blue ribbon pinned to her chest, thick white socks, black leather shoes, and a headpiece adorned with lifelike cat ears.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of lewdness. On the contrary, the outfit looked incredibly cute on Feiye.

Didn’t Feiye usually resist unfamiliar clothes?!

What was going on now?

Perletti had no idea how Alberna had convinced Feiye to put this on.

“That’s totally different! Her skirt is way longer than mine!”

“Eh~? Or would Miss Perletti prefer her little sister to dress just as provocatively as you?” Alberna teased.

“No—that’s not what I mean! I mean… why does a maid outfit even include this thing?!” Perletti protested, holding up the garter stockings like evidence.

“Could it be that Miss Perletti has never seen something called ‘stockings’ before?”

“I’m a commoner! Where would I get the money to buy such high-end stuff?!” Perletti snapped back.

Perhaps because Alberna was far too approachable, Perletti had unconsciously let her guard down—and even started venting her frustrations.

No matter how she looked at it, Alberna didn’t resemble a noble at all.

“Mmm, I suppose that’s true. But you know, you have to be brave enough to try new things, right? Stockings are really comfortable once you put them on~ Come on, give it a try. Just once~”

A mischievous grin spread across Alberna’s face as she slowly approached Perletti. The light cast a long shadow behind her, like a demon’s silhouette looming over the Perletti trembling in the corner.

“H–Hey, wait! What are you doing—stop! I said stop! No—don’t! Don’t use your hands either! Where are you touching?! Stop right now! Not there either! Don’t come any closer!!!”

“Hehehe~ Little Perletti, just give in already. The contract is signed—you’re mine for the next three years~ I suggest you stop resisting, heh heh heh.”

Perletti fought with all her might, screaming herself hoarse—but all it earned her was Alberna becoming even more excited as she restrained her completely. Only then did Perletti realize something terrifying.

How is she this strong?!

Even as a witch—albeit the weakest witch in history—she should still be stronger than an ordinary person. Yet in front of Alberna, she didn’t have the slightest chance to fight back, pinned helplessly the entire time.

Only when Perletti’s slender legs were finally wrapped in a layer of silky fabric with a delicate sheen—like a carefully crafted delicacy—did Alberna, looking thoroughly satisfied, climb off her.

Perletti’s face was burning red. She knelt in the corner with disheveled clothes, biting her lip in humiliation and anger. A gentle, soft sensation spread along her legs, inexplicably… comfortable.

W–What even is this stuff? I hate it so much, so why does it feel this good?!

“I protest! This is employee abuse! Even— even with a salary of one gold coin a month, I absolutely refuse to accept this kind of treatment!” Perletti accused angrily.

“Huh? What are you saying, my silly little maid?” Alberna sighed helplessly and leaned close to Perletti’s ear, breathing warm air against it.

“For jobs involving that kind of service industry, wages are paid daily, of course~”

“W–What?! H–How much did you say?!”

Perletti shot her head up. Her golden eyes widened in shock, shining like two brilliant gold coins.

“Was I not clear enough?” Alberna tapped her temple, looking troubled. “Then let me restate it. Working here, wages are paid daily—one gold coin per day. Five days off per month can be requested, and rest days are still fully paid. All food and drinks in the shop are free, and each person is provided with their own room.”

Perletti stared at Alberna, mouth hanging open in stunned silence.

Suddenly, the garter stockings on her legs felt oddly… affectionate. As if she’d met them far too late.

One gold coin a day—that was thirty gold coins a month.

That was no small sum. In the few days Perletti had lived in Falisa with Feiye—hotels, clothes, and other expenses—she hadn’t even spent a full gold coin.

And here, all it took was wearing an embarrassing maid outfit for a single day to earn that much.

Perletti nearly burst into tears right there in this so-called adult establishment. This wasn’t some unforgivable, perverted noble at all—this was a once-in-a-century angel.

Could this… be part of the price she had to pay?

This price…

…was honestly kind of irresistible.

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