Do not resist.

"Direct resistance is just going to make things worse. I'll feed them some obedience and then look for a chance. Just like that Aisha girl suggested." — Jen thought.

"Alright, alright, I'll come with you. No need to carry me."

"Nice to hear that. Calm down, Dolly." — Aisha reached to put the sense-deprived girl's mitten around Jen's waist and started escorting her deeper into the corridor. — "Isn't it nice to have an addition to the staff?"

"In general — yeah! She is yet to learn the Mall's greatness though. You were so **** just a minute ago, right, Jen?" — Tiffany answered over her shoulder as she was the one going ahead of the group. — "We picked you up by ****, but soon you will realize this was all meant to be. Like Aisha did."

"Like I did." — Aisha continued. — "Do not think Tiffany's a mindless cultist. When we first met, she seduced me. And when I was about... when I was distracted enough, she placed the headpiece over my forehead. I was mad at first, but then we had lots of fun."

The four's wobbly march ended near a door that was labeled "SERVICE". Tiffany stared at the door knob blankly, smiling for some reason.

"Tiff loves her helplessness. She realized it after reading a novel. I have no idea what magic spell was written between the lines, but a couple hours later I found Dolly helping her with sealing this armbinder with a Keyhole Sealer." — Aisha explained to Jen before eventually reaching out and turning the knob herself.

"It was such an enlightenment for me." — said Tiffany, stepping inside first. — "Welcome to the dressing room."

The room was well-lit, but the lights had a blue shade to them. The floor was varnished wood, and many portable white hangers stood on it with their wheels. They mostly contained maid dresses of different length, material and features. By the wall stood simple square shelves, each containing one pair of acoordingly themed footwear from slippers to thigh-high boots. A second door out of this room was situated on the other side of the room.

"It's not the one we used for our employment, just the closest one we knew of." — Aisha said before leading the terrified girl to the hangers. The maids were not bluffing. In the coming minutes, Jen was going to become one of them. A Maid of the Mall.

"Your boots are actually kinda neat. Oh, they are upgraded, nice, very nice. But this steel shell is truly hideous. Heavy, unbending, unladylike." — Tiffany was the most ideologically advanced, so she took the lead in the fitting. — "But if we cover it completely, only strict posture will remain. Let's take a look... Yeah, that'll do it justice. What do you think?"

Jen, who was silent ever since she decided to comply with all of her kidnappers' demands, examined the new layer of imprisonment for her own body. This knee-long dress was made of tight-fitting black-and-white latex. It had a collar high and prominent enough to hide the steel swimsuit's presence completely, while the pencil skirt's patterns were looking harmonious enough to blend into the all-white boots she was so incredibly far from getting rid of. The sleeves were special too. They went all the way to the hips, attached to the body inseparably. Only the fingers were going to be left free to roam.

Jen looked at Aisha. If there was a plan, it seemed like this was the moment to kick it into motion before it was too late and she was stuck in this immensely cute and ridiculously restrictive gown in addition to the rest of her outfit that brought her there in the first place.

But Aisha just nodded. Two times — to Tiffany, then to Jen.

"Say something, sweetheart. Do you like it?" — Tiff asked.