That night, Fagga stayed up late with Elaine studying. When he took out his phone, he realized it was already 10 p.m.
"It's about time, haha~~ it's time to go back to sleep. By the way, you have a good memory, so why do you always barely pass your exams?"
"You're so annoying!"
"Okay, I won't ask anymore. Goodnight."
"Oh, goodnight."
After saying goodbye to Ellen, Fagga pushed off with his legs and slid off in his chair, which he had moved from his own room.
"Oh, right."
As Fagga passed the door, he suddenly braked. The inertia of the seat made Fagga spin around three times on the spot. He was still a little dizzy when he came to a stop.
He held up one finger, making a "nine" gesture: "Help me move at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Can you get up?"
"How could I not get up? Don't bother me. And close the door."
*Click!*
It's the sound of a metal lock cylinder being engaged.
Eileen sighed helplessly, tossed aside her phone, spun her chair, and slid to her wardrobe.
On the side, the phone screen was still shining brightly.
Before the screen automatically turned off, it steadfastly recorded Ellen's last actions before throwing the phone away.
Alarm set for 6:00 AM.
What clothes should I wear?
Ellen picked and chose, her fingers moving between one garment after another.
I'm still not satisfied.
Don't I have any nice clothes?
Eileen asked herself a question, then seemed to suddenly realize something, and her fingers froze.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to a figure in the corner dressed in black, with a cute bubble curl wrapped around her shoulder.
"Tsk!"
Eileen's lips twitched, she slammed the closet door shut, and then pounced on the bed.
snort!
sleep!
The next day, dawn broke.
Knock knock knock!
Knock knock knock!
"Here it comes, haha~~~"
Fagga casually threw on some clothes, slipped on a pair of slippers, and came to open the door, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Who is it, so early... Eileen?"
Fagga looked closely and saw that it was Ellen standing at the door.
But what surprised Fagar was not this, but Eileen's clothes at that moment.
Wearing a maid's hairnet and a collar resembling shark teeth around her neck, she donned a maid's short skirt with a black and white corset that cinched her slender waist, revealing a blood-stained, spurting design that separated her upper and lower body.
Above it, one can see all the mountains below, with a proud snow-capped peak standing tall; who would dare to climb it?
Below lies the Moonlit Bridge, where crispy pork, black florets, and tender porridge are served; only a madman can utter such nonsense.
This...maid outfit?
"W-what's wrong?"
Eileen stammered a little, which was uncommon for her, and her eyes darted to the side.
Faga was stunned and speechless, hesitatingly saying, "I remember you said yesterday..."
"I don't wear maid outfits when I'm not working."
Eileen pouted slightly, turned her head away from Faga's expression, and continued to put on her little leather shoes, running her fingers through her hair.
"But aren't we supposed to help you move now..."
Although Eileen got up at six o'clock this morning and made countless excuses to put on her maid outfit, it has been two hours now.
But when she actually put it on and stood in front of Fagar, Ellen's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, sounding unsure of herself.
But soon, Eileen herself realized the problem, and quickly bit her lip, the pain spurring her to pull herself together:
"Don't doubt the professionalism of Victoria Housekeeping, I'll take this commission."
"....All right."
Fagga said in a low voice, "Then what should I be careful about?"
In fact, Fagga himself was also a member of Victoria's domestic service.
Eileen, wearing her little leather shoes, explained, "You are now my client. According to Victorian rules, you are the 'master.' You can do anything within the scope of the commission."
“Oh, it’s within the scope of the commission…” Fagar said with some regret.
Eileen's eyebrows shot up in disgust. "What are you thinking? I'll throw you out!"
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