Confront whoever is behind the corner.

"This might finally be the service staff. I can't blow this chance. And if they're up to no good, they were coming for me anyway."

Jen walked forward confidently, swaying her steel hips. She saw three young women come out from around the corner.

The first one's face was small, smooth and brown. Her brows went up from the surprise of seeing Jen, and so coincidentally did her upper lip, revealing her snow-white teeth. Her grin was not aggressive but habitual instead, as it seemed. Her boots were gothic-style platform ones. They were raising her a good ten inches away from the ground and she was clearly tired of walking in them. Her brown hair had a frilly white headpiece over them.

The second girl had stunning curly pink hair going down her shoulders, also topped by a ruffled white headpiece. She was keeping her arms behind, and they were not a big help in balancing in her slutty bright pink 6 inch heeled sandals. From her straight stance to her trembling eyelashes, she was glowing with excitement and enthusiasm, in contrast to her darker-skinned colleague.

The third girl looked diffrent, because her entire head was hidden beneath an impenetrable layer of leather covered by an unbending net of metal restraints. The tinted lenses of her hood were probably allowing some vision but reflected all incoming light, hiding her eyes completely. Her hands wore inflated mittens with feather dusters that limited her hands' functions to just wiping the dust. Monstrous thigh high 7 inch stiletto boots occupied her legs securely.

All three girls shared great bodies and the fact that they were wearing similarly looking shiny latex french maid dresses over them. After a few seconds of mutual staring, the girl in goth boots spoke:

"Hello there. I'm Aisha. This is Tiffany and... she never told us the name, so we call her Dolly."

"Very nice to meet you! I'm Jen." — She was inclined to ask them the main question of getting out of the Mall straight away, but their maid outfits were suspicious to Jen. After all, they were a proper symbol of servitude.