Isabel’s clothes

”Ugh, I’m not wearing this.” Evellyn’s head snaps in the direction of the restrained servant girl. She’s wearing a maid’s uniform, wearing an apron and a plain, nearly ankle-length dress. Evellyn isn’t necessarily one to be too concerned with appearances - least of all frilly finery, when she feels at her most comfortable encased in a suit of metal armor - but the servant’s outfit is almost painfully dull; she’d almost blend into the furniture if the furniture in here wasn’t so opulent. Clearly the intent is for it to draw away as little attention as possible from the center of attention, Lady Charlene Wakefield. Still, the clothes were rather modest and conservative, vastly preferable to anything Evellyn had attempted to lay claim to since being dropped off in this accursed forest, and vastly more preferable still to her current state: Buttnaked. ”You’ll have to do,” Evellyn growled at Isabel.

Isabel looked up in timid confusion, before being toppled out of her chair and onto the floor. Evellyn rapidly begins relieving her of her shoes and stockings and flips up her dress in order to slip off her modest underwear, quickly putting them on herself. In spite of Isabel’s muffled protest Evellyn unties and takes off her apron, and then with one smooth pull strips the servant’s one-piece dress uniform off over her head. All that’s left is for Evellyn to step across her nearly naked body and undo the strap of Isabel’s bra to take that as well. She’s a lithe little thing, with a slightly tanned complexion and a pert buttock, which wriggles around as Isabel attempts to crawl off. Evellyn quickly makes sure to tie her ankles together as well and finishes putting on the rest of Isabel’s uniform, transforming herself into a turtlenecked maid. She constantly has to try and reach through the fabric to readjust the bra though, which seems too tight and ill-suited to handle the bulk of Evellyn’s… assets.