Much less coverage than you expected

When you open the box there is much less inside than you expected. Most of the volume is empty space, and inside are only four things - a head band decorated with white, frilly lace, a pair of thigh-high stockings topped with white lace designs matching the headband, a pair of simple black shoes, and a hairbrush to help you arrange the hair band. There must be some sort of mistake, you think to yourself. Some of the outfit is missing!

You sigh and throw off the transparent shawl you still had draped over your shoulders and begin putting on what you were provided. At least when you complain to Louis about the missing clothes you can prove to him that you did look in the box and try them on. The stockings and shoes are quick to put on, but you spend a few minutes brushing your hair to make sure it's presentable before you hold it in place with the band. With all you've been up to today your hair is a mess, and you're at least thankful that you now have the time to clean up the knots that have built up.

When you are finally satisfied with your appearance you take the paperwork and open your door. Though you don't hear anything or anyone, you still peer down the hallway to make sure nobody sees you in with your assets on full display like this. Satisfied that nobody is there, you step out in to the hall and turn to the red door. You knock lightly, not wanting to disturb everyone through the whole quiet house with the noise. After several seconds of no response you knock again, slightly firmer this time. When you again get no response, you timidly try the handle. It turns without issue and the door silently swings open with surprisingly little effort from you.

You cannot help but marvel at the lavish furnishings. The left two-thirds of the room is dominated by a massive four-poster bed directly across the room from you is Louis, sitting at a desk. Above him a huge window dominates the back wall, letting massive amounts of sunlight filter in between the parted curtains. To the right is a small lounge table with two matching chairs positioned in front of a pair of French doors that look out to a beautiful deck with full view of the garden. Your head is on a swivel as you cross the room, taking in the beauty of all the ornate decorations. Finally you make it across the room to his desk, where you place the signed paperwork and the pen.

"I've signed it. Now where's the rest of my uniform?" you bluntly demand.

Louis gives you a long look up and down before answering. His gaze lingers particularly long over your breasts and crotch, causing you to blush and fidget. "No, it looks like you didn't forget anything," he answers. "Your paperwork is done, so you're ready to start your duties."

He gave you an unsatisfactory answer so casually that you aren't quite sure how to respond. Should you protest and demand more clothes? Should you refuse to start working until you get a new uniform?

Louis points to a narrow door on the wall to his left. "You will find supplies in there, please start by dusting this room."

You stare at the door for a few seconds with your brow furrowed and your mouth agape. Should you put your foot down and protest your uniform now, or simply start cleaning and bring up the issue again later?