Dany Plays The Maid

"Hello," Penareq said quietly. Dany jumped back, the hem of the 'uniform' riding up just as predicted right as she backed into the mirror. The glass gave her buttocks a very cool kiss indeed, and she bit her lip, suppressing the urge to cry out at the sensation.

"Are you alright?" Penareq said, concern creeping into his voice. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Dany stood back up and took a step forward, shuddering at the feeling of her butt cheeks leaving the embrace of the mirror's cold surface. She looked over her shoulder, and her face flushed at the sight of two large imprints there, on the glass. They definitely hadn't been there a few seconds ago. "I'm...I'm fine, just a bit of a shock, that's all."

"I am very quiet," Penareq admitted. "People often complain of my sudden appearances, so quiet are my footsteps."

"I'm sure," Dany said. "So...might there be something downstairs I could do for you, as my first duty as your new...serving girl?"

"Downstairs comes later," Penareq retorted. "For now, there is...dirt, under the bed," He gestured to the spot with his cane. "It needs cleaning."

Dany thought to argue back, but then, if she did, Penareq might start to suspect his 'serving girl' was not all she seemed. With a heavy sigh, Dany moved along the edge of the bed, then crouched down, trying to ignore the riding up of the uniform. She looked under the bed, wondering what the old man was talking about.

"Penareq, I don't—" She was cut off by a curious sensation, she looked back over her shoulder and saw the end of Penareq's cane lifting the hem of her uniform. The man himself grinned sheepishly. "I...you understand our arrangement, don't you? Hezerit would have explained all of this to you..."

Dany slapped away the cane and rose to her full height, tugging at the hem to return to its normal — albeit still scandalously short — length. "He most certainly did not!" She thundered. "I think I see now why your last serving girl left, even if you can't!" She pushed past him and stormed out into the hallway, making for the stairs. She had too much self respect to tolerate this, her treatment at the hands of the Khalasar was due go their comparative martial strength, but this? This old man was not worth the trouble. She heard him shouting that he would call the guards, have her whipped and driven naked through the streets; all manner of empty threats, but she paid him no heed, hurried down the stairs and out the front door into the street.

She soon remembered just what she was wearing, and as she started walking along, she found herself almost constantly tugging at her outfit's hem to keep it from exposing everything below her waist. To make things more difficult, the stares she was starting to get gave her reason to believe the sheerness of the material was showing off more of her chest than she'd have liked. To confirm her theory, she looked down and saw her breasts bouncing intensely with each step she took, the material clinging to every curve, and accentuating her nipples perfectly.

Dany clenched a fist, but something in the distance made her look up again. A great cacophony what sounded like a mere couple of streets away, but what could it be?