Interlewd 4-1 featuring Grey and Sally

“Good evening.”

Grey stood pensively in the doorway, sizing up the man who greeted her. His dark black hair was clearly combed, yet still sat in a state of disarray. His black suit, though quite nice, was better suited to attending a funeral than anything else. And his black tie was just a bit too far into the “dark” theme than could be a coincidence.

“And good evening to you,” Grey answered, her purplish-red hair tied in her usual twintails. “Though I must point out that it is no later than 9 AM…”

The man looked over his shoulder, observing the state of broad daylight behind him. “Ah. Right you are.” The man looked at Grey with the same level of apprehension. The woman wore a sheer black halter top, barely big enough to contain her mammoth endowments. And certainly not solid enough to hide her nipples underneath. Her lower body had only a pair of panties of the same sheer material as her top, failing to completely conceal her labia. Stockings and arm-length gloves were thrown in as well, and every garment had white frills on it, including the identifiable black and white headband on her head. While the maid aesthetic was clear, this oversexualization was something he would have expected to find in a brothel, not an expensive mansion.

“Geez, way to make a girl feel inadequate…”

“Oh? And who is this?” Grey asked, pointing her attention to the girl behind the dour-looking man.

“This is Sally. We noticed an offer for a temporary maid position at this manor. My collea- My niece is quite interested, as you can see. I hope you’ll take the time to show her around the mansion she’ll be working in, provided she can perform the job suitably.”

Grey shook off the ice she felt forming on her spine, just from hearing his chillingly cordial voice try to contort itself into pleasantries. “Sally, is it? Is she… okay?”

Grey motioned to the girl, scarcely five feet tall, who was busy squeezing the empty space in front of her B cup breasts. Her skin was unnaturally pale, much like her guardian’s. The man followed Grey’s gaze, then sighed miserably.

“She has the long brown hair you wanted, and even a frilly, lavender dress with a long, ruffle skirt like a princess. Now the bust size isn’t to your liking?”

Grey looked on with general confusion.

“Sh-Shut up!” Sally yelled, snapped from her fit of breast envy. “This conversation is so stuffy and boring. I wanna be a maid! Let’s go!” The girl slipped past Grey and let herself into the mansion, prompting Grey to chase after her, and bringing the entire exchange to a close.

“What a troublesome spirit…” the man mumbled.