Into the Fire.

Hailey waited outside the booth until Alexander was done showering, without a single more word being exchanged, after which he got himself dried and changed, leaving the girls' locker room the moment he was ready to.
He had no idea what he had gotten himself into, but sure didn't like where this was going.

Alexander arrived as promised on the second storey of the V22-barrack building, outside room 209 where Hailey and her roommate Elenore lived. The barracks of the North Pole had their entrances on the outside of the building, connecting them by a sort of balcony corridor which can be entered from the stairwell, with the exception of the bottom floor where the rooms can be accessed from the streets, along with the entrance to the stairwell and washing room.

When Alexander knocked on the door, it opened only slightly and Hailey's head poked out.
She looked to her left and to her right, before grabbing Alexander's wrist, "Sssh, be quiet! Get inside here! Quickly!" Alexander was pulled inside, and the door shut behind him.

Alexander looked around Hailey's room. Although the outfit of the room; of a single bunk bed, a single bookshelf, a single wardrobe and a single desk under the window with a single chair; was the same as in his room, the details of the furniture couldn't be more different, though being of elven craftsmanship they were all of the utmost quality, and any one of them would be considered a masterpiece among humans.
In Alexander's room the desk was made from bleached cherry wood, the legs of which were adorned with reliefs of sheep being herded along a helix spiral climbing the leg by a pair of young shepherds. Underneath the center drawer was a relief of sheep safely huddled close together to each other and around a young shepherd petting them. The same sheep motif appeared on the other furniture in his room, but not nearly as prevalently.

In Hailey's room the furniture was made of olive wood with the motif of birds. Although the relief underneath the center box was that of a pair of eagle wings, none of the birds depicted were fierce raptor birds of any kind. Instead they were small, cute, fat things that flew around the legs of the desk as reliefs, similar to how the sheep climbed the leg in his room. Only the birds appeared to face the wrong way, so as to fall down the helix rather than rising up towards it. At first glance you wouldn't notice that, it just looked as if birds were flying and frollicking, but once you noticed this design it relayed quite the somber tone.

What distinguished Hailey's room from his was, well, the mess. Many of Hailey's elf outfits hung on the backrest on the chair, sprawled on the floor in pile, along with a black bra, which Alexander's eyes averted with all the force of his will. From the footrest of the unmade top bunk hung a long, striped scarf and a belt, and the top half of the bookshelf was empty for the books were stacked on the desk, one of which opened in half with the spine facing upwards.

Hailey herself was messing around in the wardrobe, which Alexander was surprized to know still had some content.
"Just a moment... I know I've got it somewhere... hang on there... " Hailey had herself half-buried in the wardrobe trying to fish out whatever she had in store, "Aha! Got it!" She pulled out a coat-hanger from where a french-maid outfit hung neatly, handing it to Alexander, "Put this on,"

Alexander looked the outfit over, turning it and feeling the fabric, "...uh? Who? Me?"
"Well, duh? Who else do you see who could wear it?" Hailey crossed her arms.
"But... but... I can't wear this!" Utterly flustered Alexander extended his arm so as to get as far away from it as possible without dropping it.
"Sure you can, Peeping-Tom!" Hailey said, "It's not like you're some kind of human, who has to have all their clothes specifically made for them, right? Or would you rather bring up your previous incident with Santa Claus?"
Alexander groaned, "Why do you have this anyway?"
"Yeah... how about I tell you the story, uh... never. Also, take this as well." Hailey handed her one of her black panties and tossed it to Alexander, who caught it with his face, "Trust me, it'll do wonders for comfort while wearing that."
"Eek!" Alexander peeled it off his face and held it far far away from himself, shuddering in... well, he didn't know what emotion this was but he didn't care for it, "F-fine, can you at least turn around while I get dressed?"
"So you can run away when I'm not looking?" Hailey sat herself down on the seat and rested her clasped hands on her knees, smiling in anticipation as if awaiting the show of the year, "Not a chance. Besides, I already know what you look like without clothes now, so it's not like you're showing me anything new."
"Yeah, but... but, I feel this is somehow different...."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, "Hailey wiped a drop of saliva that escaped the corner of her mouth, "Now, get going, pretty-boy! You don't want this to take all night, do you?"

Alexander groaned as he beheld the cutesy maid outfit, and the pair of panties, before looking at the much gleeful Hailey sitting cross legged on the chair, beholding him back...