With full exposure.

Evans’s bedroom was a capsule of dense shadows. Evans settled into his armchair, crossed his legs, and prepared to watch. The spectacle, meticulously designed by Magi, was exclusively for him.

"The high cabinets," Evans ordered, gesturing with his chin toward the furniture that scraped the ceiling. "I want every inch to shine."

Magi nodded with robotic efficiency. She didn’t look at Evans; her attention was fixed on Sofia, who remained motionless in the center of the room. Magi moved with predatory confidence; her black lace thong framed her hips, giving her an air of professional control. Sofia, in contrast, was terrified. Because she wore no underwear, her back and her buttocks were completely exposed to the cold air and to Evans's gaze every time she took a step.

"Bring the ladder," Magi commanded. Her voice lacked any trace of their former friendship.

Sofia moved like an automaton. As she carried the heavy stepladder, the apron swayed. Since she had nothing underneath, every movement revealed the profile of her intimacy. The tie snagged on the doorknob, and with a sharp tug, the satin pulled open at the front.

Sofia let out a stifled gasp, dropping the ladder to cover her pubis, but the damage was done: Evans had already seen everything the apron was meant to hide.

"Careful!" Magi scolded her, steadying the ladder with annoyance. "Control the garment, Sofia. It’s part of the job. If you can’t handle a piece of cloth, how do you expect to handle what’s coming?"

With her face burning with a searing shame, Sofia tied the satin over her bare skin once again. Evans, from his chair, let out a lopsided smile.

"I’ll handle the top part," Magi declared, climbing the steps.

As she stretched to reach the highest shelf, Magi’s apron pulled tight. Her black thong dug into her skin, strategically highlighting her curves. She offered her figure to Evans like a partner exhibiting merchandise. Below, Sofia was **** to crouch to clean the lower shelves. Lacking any lingerie, the act of leaning over left her backside completely exposed—a vision of pale, **** flesh that Evans devoured in silence.

"Harder, Sofia," Evans intervened. "And straighten up. That posture, trying to cover yourself, is unnatural."

Obliged, Sofia straightened and then crouched again, facing forward. The apron, short and stiff, rode up. Evans said nothing, but Magi, from her height, saw how the man's eyes settled on the girl's total and unprotected nakedness.

"The bathroom now," Evans announced, standing up.

In the bathroom, the steam and the cramped space heightened the tension. While scrubbing the sink, Sofia splashed the satin. The dark fabric became translucent and clingy, adhering to her breasts like a transparent second skin. Sofia tried to dry herself, but only succeeded in making the satin cruelly outline the fact that there was nothing underneath.

Magi, while polishing the faucet, felt the dampness on her own lace thong, but she maintained her composure. Evans approached her from behind, his hand brushing the bare skin of Magi’s back, just above the edge of her lingerie.

"She is docile… and resilient," Evans murmured. "She has potential."

Magi didn’t stop scrubbing the metal.

"She knows how to follow orders," she replied. "Even when the uniform—or the lack of it—fights against her."

"The girl stays. Permanently," Evans decreed.

Magi stopped her movement. The silence in the bathroom became absolute.

"Permanently?" Magi repeated.

"You have prepared her. You are delivering her. It’s only fair that you get paid for it." Evans pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of his robe and slid it onto the marble next to Magi’s hand. "This is for the delivery. There will be another one just like it every month. For her… maintenance."