Why the hell not?

"Go ahead, I wish for you to be my maid for the next hour, in a nice, revealing outfit, and with your legs for the duration. Just no fake French accent, that's a bit cringey to me unless the person is actually French. Not that I don't understand the appeal, it's just not my personal cup of tea," he nodded, unable to contain his excitement. Though to be fair, a good amount of said excitement was actually Diana's being fed into him via his power.

Diana beamed as she nodded, detaching her tail from the spout of the lamp as it split, and condensed into her legs. With a snap of her fingers, a maid outfit appeared on her body, replacing her harem outfit and jewelery. A maid's frill on her head, a small black and white top that tightly clung to her bosom, baring her midriff and much of her cleavage. Black pumps, with white stockings that went up to just below her knees. And a short skirt that didn't even go more that a few inches below her pelvis. A simple bend over would easily reveal her panties, or lack therof to him. To complete the look, a feather duster appeared in her hand.

"Do you like, Master?" Diana crooned as she curtsied for him.

"Oh yeah, I like it a lot," Felix smiled. "Go ahead and get to it then."

"As you command, sir!" she giggled eagerly, and started off by dusting around the living room. As she walked, she made sure to put a sway to her hips to draw his gaze. Felix had completely lost interest in the show currently on the TV screen. And who could blame him when there was a much more appealing show, right in front of him, in the form of an enthusiastic sexual servant, who was clearly having the time of her life, doing this simply domestic duty for him? If her demeanor wasn't enough of a clue regarding just how much she was enjoying this, his Empath abilities really sold it.

She hummed as she began to straighten out a few papers on one of the small tables. Some receipts he kept to help keep track of his budget, a shopping list he was working on for his next store run, she made sure they were organized for him before resuming her dusting. A few spots had some thin layers, he never let it accumulate too much, but the furniture definitely benefitted from her efforts.

She bent over the dust the base of the mantelpiece, showing that she was wearing a black thong under her skirt, and it had ridden up her butt, and lodged in her pussy, showing off some appealing cameltoe. "Nice," Felix told her with a smile, and she grinned, shaking her ass for him.

"I'm glad you like it, Master," she replied, her tone dripping with sincerity. She straightened up and resumed her cleaning, basking in her work, and in her Master's gaze on her.