Made-2-Maid-4-U!

Rosey stepped forward into the world she'd walked through so many times. It was disconcerting. That was the word that popped into her head. Players walked by her, and she got not more a glance then a brick on the side of the road; less then even that. To everyone, she was just a robotic part of the game, nothing less, nothing more. She felt it. The heels told her when to step, the bracelets when to swing her arms, the collar kept her posture right. She reached Cornwey Pass, the place of the agency she'd visited eons ago, all the room feeling too familiar. The poorly created room with the crone felt stuffy.

"Alright dear, I'm happy you've become one of our vendors for freelance work. Now, I just need some signatures from you, and a few pieces of paperwork." The old crone said, her lines sounding less....digitized then the last time Rosey had seen her? It was a hard thing to describe. But it felt like her lines had some weight behind them, and not just a text-to-speech program.

"Sure, sure." Rosey felt her vocal cords say. Her hand reached up and began to scribble signatures on differing pieces of paperwork, while Rosey took the backseat and tried to think things over. Freelance work? Just what did that entail?

"Right. So dearie, while you're working for one of the adventurers, you'll have this on that cute little choker of yours..." The crone said, pulling out what looked very similar to a pet tag on a dog's collar. The crone leaned over, and touched the tag to her collar, the thing magically popping on. "...it just makes sure you are registered for that adventurer while they hired you! Any questions?"

"No ma'am." Rosey said, able to control her eyes, and feeling quite paranoid. What the fuck!?!? Adventurers? Those were the last people she wanted to see.

Rosey reconsidered. Actually, adventurers might be the only group to help her out of this! She'd get hired, explain what was going on, and things would go back to normal. It sounded like the perfect plan in her head. Standing up, she let the heels take her where they might, which ended up being a lineup one different women. Her body quickly equipped a maid uniform, and she felt herself stand next to one of the maids in the lineup, and then it dawned on her. This was a waiting room of sorts, a place maids that would be teleported to players 'waited' until they were hired, and then were teleported back. It was...weird to say the least.

A flashing white message in her brain stopped everything.

ARGATHUS INSCRIBED:

You've been hired! Expect teleportation briefly. Spitting out dialogue for your inventory and tag, cause I know you want them Ms. Gillum ;0

NEWLY EQUIPPED:

Maid Marking Tag: CURRENTLY OWNED BY - ARGATHUS (Hidden) (Cosmetic, NO LVL) - This Tag marks you as temporarily the property of whomever has hired you, ensuring you do not leave until the job is done; hope u like babe ;^). When not currently used by player, will display (hidden) owner of: ARGATHUS. [NPC ONLY] [Attached to collar]

Oversexualized Domestic Servants Outfit - A long title for a very, very small outfit. Keeps your breasts in place, your bottom on display, and your status as a menial laborer obvious to everyone. Not the best in the winters of Asburn, but one has to make tips somehow. [NPC ONLY]

ITEM UPDATED:

Maid Marking Tag: CURRENTLY OWNED BY - Joe4577_Alliance4Ashburn (Globally viewable)

Rosey felt everything disappear, and for a minute, she was back in limbo. It was a terrifying experience, and she felt her heart pound a bit, relaxing once she realized it was temporary, and that she was in....a clan hall? It looked dead, but it was obvious what it was from the decorations, and the clan tag of everyone in the place. She'd gone to one of these her first day of the game, and never went back, the place seeming boring.

Seeing a player, she immediately tried to speak up, damn the consequences. "Please help me, I'm a player." It was blunt, to the point, and hopefully poignant enough to get a players attention. Nothing, much as Rosey (sadly) expected came from her throat. She stood still. Seizing up mentally, she felt a white flash, and then was back in limbo.

ARGATHUS INSCRIBED:

Don't try that again. 1 more chance, or else you can wait here for a few weeks. Perhaps you'd like that tho....

She was back into the world of the living. A player was explaining what needed cleaned. Was that what this was? Stupid. Rosey nodded, affirmed the directions, then began her cleaning, finding it all to easy to fall into a routine, especially since she barely controlled a single thing about her body. However, she did seize up when she felt a hand on her ass.

"Dude, what the fuck do they have these girls wearing? Like shit, she's popping out of this thing, damn." A player's voice said.

"You gay bro? Sides, it's a NPC, things are dumb. Just let it alone. We gotta raid to do." Another voice said, and the hand disappeared.

Things continued exactly like that the entire afternoon, even after Rosey switched locations, owners and what she was cleaning. People would comment on her uniform, usually grope her once or twice (pervs), same something about how she looked real, and then other people who jump in and end the conversation with a comment how she was no more then a machine, robot, NPC, whatever term they wanted.

It was terrible. She wasn't any of those things. If these heels or bracelets didn't stop her.....

Rosey felt vile by the end of her shift, not just from the differing locations she'd cleaned, but also from the delight she could tell Argathus had in publishing each new owner she had directly to her brain. Joe4577_Alliance4Ashburn, Ninja-Secrets_ClanLyfe, Couldn't-Imagine-Creative-Name_AsburnRaidingTeam, etc., etc. The list of dumbass names only stressed her out more, combining with the fact of all the loot she saw and couldn't even touch, just to make her feel miserable and vile.

When she teleported back, and was informed that her tag (a permanent part of her outfit, she presumed) was back to being owned by ARGATHUS, it helped her to relax.

A snarky message from Argathus kept her annoyed.

ARGATHUS INSCRIBED:

Good job Rosey, Ms. Gillum, whatever silly title you wish. 11 customers serviced in 5 hours. Wenchdom comes next. Do not fail.

And also, and a few things for your viewing pleasure:

Maid-Lyfe! (Duration: 48 Hours) - A honest days work, a honest days pay. You're doing great, and feel great, just from cleaning up the messes of your betters. Make sure you didn't miss a spot! And don't forget to 'accidently' flip up your skirt.

Radiant Quests Begun:

Early Morning Maid-shift; Post-Bank Clerk Maid-shift. - Make sure you're on time for both! As you work more, your clients will only get higher on the leaderboards, and who knows, you might just hired for a dungeon crawl.....

Rosey sighed. She was exhausted. And he wanted her to do wench duties too? Her heels overrode her exhaustion and she began to walk onto the streets. The sun was beginning to set.