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Unlike my uniform from the club, which is sleek and sexy without being
too revealing, the outfit I'm expected to wear tonight leaves precious
little to the imagination. The skirt has an asymetrical hem which reaches
perhaps to mid thigh at its longest, and is a good deal shorter in other
places. It's barely 10 inches long along the left side, where it clasps
together. The top is sleeveless and short, exposing my navel, and has a
plunging neckline with thin shoulder straps. The entire ensemble is cool
silk in a pale green color. There's some jewelry of silver and emeralds
set aside for me to wear as well. There's also a pair of high heeled
shoes, which look like they will be moderately uncomfortable.
Despite my misgivings about the costume, I sigh and put it on. I can't very well back out now, not after what Marco and Cornelius have seperately told me. Refusing to wear the outfit crosses my mind, but that's likely to offend my host, and anyway there's not enough time for me to go over to the club, retrive my regular costume, and return. So, I will have to put up with it, for tonight at least. Gustav smiles broadly as I return to the main sitting room. "You look stunning, my dear." "Thank you." I reply, forcing a smile. I take my position behind the bar. Soon enough, the party guests start to arrive, and I get down to work. Most are men, though a few are accompanied by their wives (or perhaps mistresses) A couple of hours later, having suffered many leers and the occasional grope, I'm not too much the worse for wear, and have made some nice tips in the process. The alcohol continues to flow freely, and many guests are involved in raucous converations, echoing laughter around the room. Even Gustav himself seems a little inebriated. I continue to move about the room, dispensing drinks, and keeping my ears open for anything suspicious.
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