Tessa leaned against the mirror, one hip out, her reflection doubling the tease. She wore a pastel maid outfit gone completely rogue—white satin bralette with ruffled edges, tied with baby-blue ribbons that strained against her chest. The matching skirt was a joke, barely reaching mid-thigh, with layers of lace petticoats underneath that puffed out like a tutu. Thigh-high stockings with little blue bows clipped to garters hugged her legs. Her hair was in twin buns, topped with a tiny maid cap that sat crooked on purpose. A choker with a silver bell jingled softly when she moved. She twirled, the skirt flaring high enough to flash the lace beneath.
"Maid, but make it slutty," she said, voice sugary sweet, batting her lashes. "I'd serve tea… or something else."
