A maid

Standing at the other end of the door is yet another most peculiar sight. It is a woman, though you have no idea of her age as her entire body, including her face, is covered in a thick rubber. Over the rubber, she has an almost ridiculous French maid outfit, the type that seems more for bets or bad pornos than any maid would willingly wear. Her shoes are heels that **** her so high she is on her toes. Her wrists, ankles, and throat all jingle with large silver loops. The only part of her skin you can see through all this is her overly bright red lips and piercing green eyes.

“Yes, May I help you?” She asks, as it seems your presence causes more confusion than anything else.

“Um yes... I know it’s cliche, but my car broke down not far away, and I was hoping you had a phone I could use to call a tow truck?”

She pauses for a moment, looks you up and down, then smiles widely as she responds “oh yes, that will be no problem! Come in come in... I’m sure the Mistress would wish to meet with you first, and then she will gladly... help”

You noticed a distinct pause before the word help, making you slightly wary.