Somehow, some way, yes

Following the instructions on the flyer, you make it to the mansion faster than you’ve reached any destination in this city so far. The directions are impeccable, almost as if they were written specifically for someone with your… keen navigational skills.

Obviously, the mansion is enormous, ornate, and makes you want to live in it. So Lt. Surge lives here, huh? What’s she need all this space for, anyway? She’s so tiny, after all… It takes a good chunk of bravery for you to ring the doorbell, even knowing from the flyer that the devil who tried recruiting you into her pervy army is currently out of town. How typical, she wins by a hair and then leaves so you have to wait around and clean up her mansion before challenging her again.

The door cracks open and a woman pops her head out. Dark purplish-red hair frames her face, most of it being pulled into shoulder-length twintails on either side of her head. Since you’re here to work as a maid for the day, you’re relieved to see the signature maid headband atop her head. You’ve been lucky enough to run into someone who can help you right away.

“Ah. Someone came, even on the last day. Please, come in.” Her voice and expression are both quite dull, as if she’s mostly disinterested with the situation. It’s a little off-putting, but you follow her in regardless.

You’re immediately jarred by her state of dress. She’s wearing… is that a neck garter? A black collar with white frills is wrapped around her neck, which then stretches down into something that you could only call a “boob stocking”. Sheer black fabric is stretched over her boobs, with white frills along the edges to maintain the maid aesthetic. It wraps around her back with a strip of fabric thinner than most shoelaces. Considering her boobs are bigger than yours, it’s a miracle the thing hasn’t snapped off. A miracle that repeats itself with every step she takes, as the mounds on her chest bounce around with more weight behind them than you’ve ever seen on a girl’s chest.

Her lower body is in no better a state, covered only by a pair of sheer black panties. But they have a lining of white frills on the waistband, so maybe that makes them qualify as maid panties? Either way, her nipples and lower lips are plainly visible through the sheer fabric. To top it off, the same sheer fabric makes up some knee-high stockings and sleeved gloves that stretch to her upper arm. And they all have white frills lining the point where they cut off. Because she’s a maid.

You’d be mortified to be dressed like that, but she seems to handle it without issue, striding into the middle of the foyer with you following. You can kind of imagine why she’d only peek her head outside, though.

“Welcome to the Surge Estate,” she says in the same flat tone as earlier. “I believe some introductions are in order. Please, go first.”

She’s very polite, if not a bit intimidating. It’s actually kind of cool in a way, how composed she is even while dressed like that. You always find yourself getting flustered, so you really envy her attitude. Maybe you can make a role model out of her? “My name’s Emilia. I’m a pokemon trainer, and I’m aiming to become a Pokemon Master!”

“A respectable goal,” she replies. “I take it funds are somewhat tight presently?”

“They’re uh… kind of in the negative at the moment…” you answer sheepishly.

A mildly troubled look crosses her face. “I see. That is most unfortunate. I expect that your work here today will help alleviate that issue. As for me, my name is Grey. I am the Head Maid here at the Surge Estate. My duties include cooking, cleaning, administrative and managerial tasks, and handling any errands the Lieutenant needs run. I act as the immediate supervisor for all of the maids, and this will be true of you as well.”

“Wow, you’re in charge of all the other maids? That’s really impressive!” She’s so cool! She’s exactly the kind of woman you want to be! Except how she’s dressed. “How many other maids are there?”

“Th-That is of no importance at this time. But please, if you have any questions or concerns, do not hesitate to ask.”

“Okay, I have a question,” you say. “Will I have to wear the same thing as you?”

“Of course,” she answers. “This is the standard uniform for maids on the property. Here you are. Please, get changed here in the foyer. I will turn my back.” She’s the boss, so if she says so, you don’t really have a choice in the matter…