West Wing

You stand facing Grey, hands filling in by covering your private bits where your see-through black “maid uniform” cannot. By now you’ve already signed the terms of your employment, but you’re starting to have second thoughts about all this.

“You may relax Emilia. I assure you that you are not the first girl I’ve seen in that uniform. And may I add that you wear it quite well.” She nods. You don’t really want that kind of praise… “We will be spending the day cleaning the various smaller rooms throughout the mansion. Larger rooms, like this foyer or the dining room, I handle myself in the later hours of the day. The rooms we’ll be focusing on are in the East Wing and the West Wing. Which one would you prefer? I will take the opposite.”

“Umm… West Wing, I guess,” you reply, unsure which one is going to have less work.

“Very well. I will be in the East Wing. Please feel free to come see me if you need anything.” With that, Grey grabs a cart full of cleaning supplies and begins walking off to the east side of the mansion before stopping. “Oh, and be sure to empty the garbage bins in every room. The Lieutenant has no tolerance for leaving any trash behind. You will forfeit payment if you do so.”

You recall the big pile of trash being cleaned up in her gym when you first arrived. Surge definitely has something weird going on with trash… At any rate, you grab a cart of your own and wheel it to the west side of the impressive structure. The first room you come across is a small bedroom. This should be simple enough! Granted, you have almost no experience cleaning beyond the bare minimum you learned at home, but it’s really just spraying everything and then wiping it down, right?

You spend a few minutes spraying various bottles at different surfaces, then wiping them down and being quite pleased to see the dust is gone. Dust was here, now it’s not. Can’t argue with those results! You check your cart to see there’s a box full of trash bags, so you pluck one and start switching the trash bags.

*click-click*

Suddenly, something is launched out of the wall towards you, giving you no time to react. Two ropes, sheathed in some flexible metal, wrap around your arms and body before clicking into place. Your arms are locked at your side, giving you almost no range of motion at all. W-What is this!?