An outfit suited for advertising his workshop

The inside of the inventor's workshop proved to be more of a spectacle than the simple gardener could have imagined. She'd been curious to see what kinds of paintings he might have; given that he was a hermit and no one ever saw him around town, she'd expected something abstract, moody, perhaps incomprehensibly deep. Instead, the many pieces the inventor had completed-- and others in progress-- were gorgeous in an easily understandable way, depicting humans, angels, and even demons in all manner of poses and settings. The gestures were so life-like, the musculature so immaculately captured, and the expressions so genuine, that Bonnie thought she may be coming to understand art for the first time. Plus...

... They were all super erotic! Bonnie felt her eyes supernaturally drawn, as though by magnets, to the many sculpted and painted cocks on the works of art around her. If she managed to get her eyes off of those and find something without a member visibly depicted, it was only because that member was hidden in a woman's sheath... or even a man's tighter one, in some cases. It was a lot to take in. By the time they'd proceeded to the center of the workshop, the Jean-Bromide mother was babbling and red-faced. She'd never anticipated such a lewd setting could possibly exist as the one she now found herself in, shivering and naked. "Mister... Mister Wilmette?" she managed to squeak out.

"Please, call me Mikkel," the inventor chuckled back lightly while bending over to root through an unfortunately low crate he'd left on the floor near his workbench. Bonnie's view of his ass was uncompromising, unobstructed, and obscene, as the arrangement of chains and leaves did nothing to hide it.

Covering her eyes and thereby neglecting to cover herself in any way, the increasingly embarrassed mother tried to ask the question that had been on her mind since she'd seen him step out wearing that golden leaf. "Are you... Are you...?" She gulped, then finally managed to shout it out. "Are you a p-p-pervert?!"

"Of course!"

"Oh, phew. When I saw all of this erotic art, I have to admit, I began to suspect that you were some sort of sexual deviant. I'm sorry... It's just my nerves," the lady laughed cluelessly, putting back on a cheery smile.

"... I said, 'of course.' As in, yes, 'I am a pervert.'" The man's eyebrows tilted into a sympathetic expression as he looked over his shoulder.

"Y-You are? You are!!" Bonnie shouted ridiculously, pressing both hands to her cheeks and shaking her head wildly, nearly batting over several magical inventions with her giant, bushy ponytails. "You really are!"

"Now you're just rubbing it in," the inventor joked, as he found the item he wanted. "I don't consider it a bad thing, you know. I'm only a pervert by the church's and society's very narrow definition of what it means to have a good moral compass. In actuality, the way I dress and the things that I do are very close to what Geod desires from all of us."

"G-Geod wants us to be hermits?"

The man knit his brow and smiled even more sympathetically. "No, no, I live this way only because I'd be put in the stocks if I did the things I do here in public. At least, I would have been, before the church and the knights recently decided to broaden their horizons. I meant Geod wants us to be more honest with ourselves about those desires and not only to make them known to others, but to revel in the fruition of those efforts! In short, what you call 'perverted' is actually being honest with oneself." The inventor winked (a gesture that the woman missed entirely, seeing as she'd recovered her eyes), then produced a small bundle of clothing. "Please, dress into this. In return for these clothes, I actually have a little favor to ask. I hope you'll hear me out while you put them on."

Bonnie nodded submissively, then accepted the bundle, while hiding behind a marble column holding the bust of some nude woman. Ironically, Bonnie's figure was so full that the curves of her hips and breasts both showed around the hiding place she'd chosen. Once she'd taken them, she unfolded them slowly, half afraid of what she was going to see. Nothing in this workshop seemed free of gross eroticism...

To her surprise, the outfit was a perfectly lovely uniform, a bit like a waitress'. It included a pink blouse with a white apron and milk-chocolate-brown, puffy sleeves, baring the arms. The skirt was a tad short, at least for a woman her age, in that same chocolate color, but with white frills around the lower hem. The bustline was just a bit open as well. The final pieces were tall, pink stockings, round-toed brown shoes, pink gloves, and a white, frilled hairband. "This reminds me of a waitress uniform from that trendy cafe up Church Street, where all the noblemen's boys go to take their tea!" From that description, it sounded like she somehow had missed why the noblemen's boys frequented that particular cafe. "Are you asking me to work there?" Of course, below the dress pile was another garment: a pink bra and panty set with big, white frills on each part and a pretty low cut on the panties, strapless on the top. Bonnie gulped again, seeing them. She couldn't help but wonder how Mikkel happened to have them made exactly to her size.

"Ha ha, no, I have something more dignified in mind. I want you to hand out flyers advertising my workshop. For a hermit like myself, meeting people face-to-face can be a bit daunting. Plus, to leave, I'd have to put something on myself. I hate putting on clothes. Despise it. You're perfectly suited to do the work for me. I'll pay you generously, you know? Consider that outfit your payment just for hearing me out, but there will be a significant bonus once you do the work. All I need you to do is carry this sign and tell people to come to Mikkel's workshop." His smile was so calming and reassuring that Bonnie almost forgot she was talking to an admitted pervert. "Oh, and do keep the pigtails. They work with the outfit."

"You think so?" Bonnie giggled, running her hand down the bushy clump of one of the oversized tails. "I haven't worn them this way since I was a girl... It was just special for today."

"Yes, well, advertising my workshop will be special for today too!" Mikkel laughed. "So what do you say?"

It sounded like pretty risk-free work, really, and Bonnie did feel she owed the man a debt for taking her in and clothing her. She didn't like that he'd ogled her naked- nor the shameless way he lived- but she did think that having to bare herself to him for a short time had been a lot better than trotting past all her neighbors in the nude. "Oh, I forgot to mention... They've removed the door to the apartment building. How will I exit?"

"I suspect that will be taken care of when you get back out," Mikkel smiled, again, wearing that sympathetic expression for some reason. "Now, are you interested in assisting me, my lovely assistant?"