Gearing up.

Getting out of the room, John saw Krieg walk in the other direction in the hallway, meeting with a couple of other knights who seemed displeased about what he was telling them. Following Moira, with Lorelei at his side, he realized that even if her father gave her the mission as a sort of test, most of the members of the Order gathered here were pretty much opposed to it.

"It went a lot better than I expected, but I should have seen it coming. You are very good at talking your way out of these things. We need to get you two ready and have a crash course on how these operations work," said Moira as she led them back upstairs to the manor in itself and out of the hidden basement under it.

Reginald was waiting for them, standing straight in his butler outfit, one arm behind his back, the other one showing them to the stairs going to the first floor.

"Mistress Moira, I took the liberty to have a suit prepared for your guest; we will need to make some adjustments in the fitting room," he announced with a very pronounced British accent.

The small group soon reached a brightly lit room with mirrors surrounding a small platform. They were welcomed here by a petite, black haired girl with pale skin, wearing a traditional black and white maid uniform, a red pincushion on her left wrist.

Anwyn Rhosewen
Level 6 Maid
Guild: Order of the Golden Rose
Rp: 45

"Sir, I prepared the suit as you requested. The sage did something to it to change the colors. I'll take his measurements and adjust the suit. He is not as slender as was described to me, but don't worry, everything will be ready in time for tonight," announced the cheeky maid, her maid uniform showing much more cleavage than John would have expected to see here. It was ever more visible due to the fact that she had bowed forward in front of them, her smile leaving little doubt that she knew what she was doing.

John's eyes finally fell upon the suit on the wooden mannequin half hidden behind one of the mirrors. It was one of the most outrageously flashy things he had ever seen. It was entirely made of a shimmering, iridescent fabric that looked to be of two colors at the same time, depending on the angle it was looked at. The two colors were a metallic dark purple and a golden hue. There was a pink shirt under it, making this very flashy suit actually fitting the colors of his coat of arms.

"Lord Brighton asked me to provide to you a costume that will make you appear as what the people you will encounter think you are. This suit has been seized by the Order; it belonged to some sort of illusionist who was using his gifts to abduct and enslave people. I had the requested modifications performed on it, Lady Brighton. If you excuse me, I have to tend to other things in the manor. Just ring if you require my assistance," said the butler in a very serious tone. That he thought that a suit that would look extravagant in a circus would fit his image said a lot about the opinion he had of him. The maid, on the other hand, seemed to like him a lot. The butler waited for Moira to nod and left the room.

"Of course, do so, Reginald! John, you see... Going to this club, well ... From the aura reading, they'll know that you are a mage and a pretty free spirited one from the fact that you are ready to go there. While it will make you more noticeable, such an outfit will make them underestimate you. The lining is embroidered with the same hexagramic wards engraved in the inside of our knights’ armor. They should shield you from some of the influence or corruption of the place if there is anything harmful present. It also contains runes that will allow us to track you in case you need help or are kept prisoner."

"Interesting. You know of course that to look the part as a hedonistic mage on his way to party I might have to remove it at some point. And Lorelei will... Well, she's not going to wear much..." replied John.

"If you could remove your uniform and get on the platform, Sir," asked the brunette. She looked a bit surprised when John stepped on the platform fully clothed and made all his clothes bar his boxers disappear.

"We have a golden amulet; we'll braid her hair and use it to keep them in place, and it will allow us to follow her. Sadly, due to her state of undress and the fact that it would interfere with her powers, we cannot afford her the same protection as you will get. I'm counting on you to keep her safe," said Moira. Lorelei was simply standing there, without a clue about what to do while two people were talking about the fact that she soon would be absolutely naked in a den of iniquity that represented a potential threat.

Anwyn was using a measuring tape to take John's measurements, brushing her fingers against his skin a lot more than seemed useful. At some point she checked his crotch and blinked when realizing the nature of his underwear.

"Lady, these will not do. They might be useful elsewhere, but in such a place, a lack of reaction to what happens would look highly suspicious," she told Moira.

"She's right, John. It will be one of those rare times where it will be less of an issue to walk around with a boner than not."

John had a feeling that while her remark was perfectly valid, the maid had other reasons to point it out. John couldn't stop himself from trying to see how far she would go, despite the risk of it backfiring.

"Hmm, it's slightly embarrassing. I'm so used to wearing these, with the ability to clean them and all, that I don't have a normal pair of underwear in my inventory. I mean, I could remove them, but..."

"Anwyn, can you do something? Do we have any that could fit him?" asked Moira.

"Nothing here... I could make him something out of some leftover fabric, just for the fitting, and I'll look for something more suitable after that, for the mission," she explained.

"Please, do so. Lorelei, have you decided what you will... Well, they asked for you to be blindfolded. But we can't let them learn that you are a seer of the Order..."

"Moira? I brought something for that. I wanted something that would protect her identity, so I made this." He showed her the hood that he had crafted for Lorelei. It would cover all of her face and head, leaving one hole for her long hair, one for her mouth and two for her nostrils.

After inspecting it, Moira told Lorelei to sit on a stool and took one herself. The long blonde hair would need to be braided to fit in the opening of the hood, and Moira had decided to help with this. At about the same time, Anwyn came back from the door leading to what John assumed was a storage room or workshop, holding a tiny bit of brightly colored fabric. Her solution to keeping him decent during the fitting was a simple ribbon with two rather small patches of fabric stitched into it. She began tying it around his waist and once satisfied asked him to remove his trusted boxers. The effect did not wait to come. John had his back turned to Moira, but the circle of mirrors would allow her to see him from any angle. His member, now free of the protective and restricting garnement, was beginning to point up of all its considerable length, making the front part of this makeshift loincloth nearly horizontal.

The problem now fixed, Anwyn continued to take his measurements, raising her hand high under the loincloth on each possible occasion and at times brushing her cheek against the length of his cock. At some point he was sure that she had simply measured it and his balls with her measuring tape, looking with disbelief at the result. All along the duration of the process, Moira was braiding the seer's long hair, ending the long braid by securing it with the ring shaped golden amulet, before making her try the hood.

Anwyn used this moment of distraction to lick the tip of John's dick from under the loincloth, only to smile and act like nothing had happened a second later. The maid was quite the tease, or it was only the presence of others that was preventing John from having quite a bit of fun right now.

"I'm finished. You can get dressed again if you want," she told him, like if staying around for hours wearing only what amounted to two halves of a green handkerchief on a ribbon was a viable option. Lorelei, wearing her gift, had waited for this moment to talk.

"Thank you, John. It was very nice of you to have prepared something like this for me. Some would have just expected for me to use a simple ribbon as blindfold, with no care for my anonymity on our awkward mission. I feel better knowing that it is with you that I go inside this place."

Wearing his school uniform, John followed Moira to another room, where the hood on Lorelei did not fail to get everyone's attention. Krieg and 8 of his knights were present. John was explained some procedures and under which conditions the strike team would intervene. Communication would be a sketchy thing. John had created a party for Moira, Lorelei and himself. It would allow all of them to communicate through voice or text. Except for the fact that unless it was an absolute emergency neither John nor Lorelei would be able to communicate through voice and that the windows didn't show on the seer's second sight, making her unable to read or write to communicate (getting her to accept the party request took many tries already). Only John would be able to text Moira, while she would be able to talk to the both of them.

Some other maid had brought them a light meal, with some sandwiches and pastries. Everyone ate something, but the mood wasn't exactly set for mundane conversations.

A bit later, following long tactical discussions on how to storm a place that they knew nothing about, Anwyn informed them that the suit was ready. The randy maid had provided John with underwear as promised, in the form of a thong made of the same silky pink fabric as his shirt. The design of the underwear would insure that he would walk in the club with a pretty visible bulge, even if by miracle he remained soft.

John, clad in his extravagant outfit, looked the part of an egocentric, decadent mage ready for a lot of fun. He noticed that despite the fact that the Order literally gave him the suit to wear, the knights were now looking at him with even more suspicion or resentment. John suddenly noticed that Lorelei had just put on a long, black cloak that hid everything of her body, the hood of it even able to hide her unconventional headgear. John wondered if she had already stripped down and was naked under it or if she had kept some clothes on to remove later. He wasn't sure of what the seer would be able to feel, and he did not use his powers to check.

On Moira's mark, the team assembled and proceeded to the garage. John and Lorelei were instructed to get in the back of a very luxurious car that John didn't recognize, while one of the Knights, the only one not wearing a suit of armor, got behind the wheel. The rest of the strike team got into an armored van that was as close to an APC as could drive in town without raising too much attention. Moira took her bike to lead the way. John saw little of the ride through the tinted windows and focused more on his companion for the night. Sitting in a car wearing the long cloak wasn't easy, and through the front slit of it, John confirmed that Lorelei had indeed already stripped naked.

The van in position to intervene, Moira climbed in to wait with her team, relaying what would happen inside with the strike team but also with the sage who stayed at the manor, in case some research was necessary during the mission.

The luxurious car stopped in the discreet alley, letting John in his insanely noticeable suit get out, followed by the black clad seer.

Approaching the nondescript door identified only by the small brass plate on the wall, John knocked on it.