A maid's dress (for yourself)

The clock is ticking down mercilessly, and as you stare at the coins in your hand, there is only one possible conclusion: You won't make it through the door, if you are not ready for some **** measures.

And **** this seems indeed: It takes you quite a while to stare at the thing, pondering other options, before you, reluctantly, come to the decision that there is no way out. There is, also, this tiny voice in your head which whispers that this could be fun. A kinky kind of fun. Something you'd never try out in your normal life, but this party here is everything but normal, and "what happens in the mansion tonight, stays in the mansion", right?

Right?

You approach the vendor, and point at the maid's dress. He beams at you with a hint of a malicious smile.

"For yourself? Excellent choice, my friend, excellent choice!"

The vendor explains you that you will of course have to wear this costume until the end of the party - unless someone else tells you to strip. "Are you certain, my friend?", he adds, and as you nod, he hands you a bag with 1500 coins, and the maid's dress. It rustles softly as you take it. The vendor also insists that, for obvious reasons, you have to dress up immediatly and under his watchful eyes.

You start to get rid of your clothes, which does attract a few nosey glances and prying eyes. People stop and stare at you, some whisper to each other. You hear a few faint giggles. You close your eyes, try to ignore them and then star putting on the dress. It fits surprisingly smug. It clings tightly to your chest, while the skirt falls neatly around your hips and your legs. It's a fine piece of clothing, all frills and ruches. The vendor helps you to tighten the corset in your back, which is the moment you realize that there's no way you can get rid of this even if you wanted to.

Suddenly, a woman approaches you, in a black evening gown: "My, my, look at you, aren't you a pretty maid?", she asks, her voice a mixture of admiration and provocation. She winks at you and then leaves, with a slap on your butt.

You stare at her, your mouth open. This has all developed into something you had not expected at all. And yet... you kind of feel aroused by the dress and your new "role".

"You should hurry", the vendor says, taking a look at the clock. And you decide to heed his advice.