The girl’s heart pounded in her chest as she was given permission to temporarily leave the room.
She rushed to the bathroom and straightened her posture.
“Make it quick.”
“O-of course, Riselle-san.”
The girl, Kisaragi, was not free to use the bathroom whenever she wanted. She was only allowed when Riselle gave her permission.
But she still wanted to calm herself from the fear she felt from that trainer man named Shibaki.
Maid uniforms were supposed to be designed for utility, but the dress she had been given was an exception.
The black pleated skirt had wires inside to lift it in an unnatural fan shape and the top was short enough to leave her navel bare. The low-cut chest was open out to the shoulders and the minimal fabric on the upper arms tugged down on it when she walked, making it feel like the whole top would fall down.
Or maybe it was designed for utility, just the kind of utility needed in this leisure facility…no, this brothel.
But this was only her second day here, so she was still embarrassed to show off so much skin. She was constantly fighting to keep the skirt down and the top up.
Her hand came to a stop when she caught a glimpse of the soft, white lines of her chest.
Her cheeks flushed as she viewed her own body again. She had small but shapely breasts. She had a somewhat plump, almost stumpy, body shape, but that gave her butt a nice round shape. And inside the sexy black underwear below the white skirt, there was a crevice…