Drenched

I yelp as the cold water pours over me, soaking my hair and costume completely. In my surprise, I drop the tray, shattering several empty glasses and leaving others rolling across the floor. The young men responsible think it's awfully funny, hooting and hollering like a couple of drunken frat boys. I stand there dripping, red-faced in embarressment and on the verge of tears. There is some light laughter and some gasps of shock from the rest of the guests, which quickly settles into to a low, concerned murmer as Gustav approaches, with a look of utter fury on his face.

"You scoundrels!" he bellows. "How dare you come into my home and treat someone in my employ this way!"

"It...I..we..." one of them sputters, obviously caught off guard and not expecting to be berated for what, in their mind was just some harmless fun. Gustav launches into a profanity-laced tirade that leaves the two young men cowed and begging forgivness. They end up at my feet, grovelling, and offering all the money in their pouches as tips. I'm severely uncomfortable, but now at least they're the spectacle and object of ridicule, rather than myself.

Gustav orders them to sweep the broken glass and mop up the water on the floor, then turns to me. "Sorry about that." he says, offering a thin smile. "Those clothes and shoes are unfortunately too wet to continue having you wear them. You'll have change. These two buffoons can man the bar until you're ready again. Now..."

1. "I guess you can just put on your regular dress, though its not very flattering." he tells me, seeming disappointed
2. "I'll send someone to fetch your usual outfit from the club. You can rest in one of the spare bedrooms until they get back."
3. "There's a fireplace in my private study.where you can hang the outfit to dry. I'll get you a robe or something to wear until then."
4. He takes me back to the changing room and pulls out an outfit that is even more revealing than the last one.

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