Effort in equals reward out

Sally went back to her cart and rolled it into a random room. It appeared that she had found the laundry room. She looked at her cart, and was thoroughly confused by her equipment. There was no feather duster, just rags. And the bottles were all covered in text that told her little about their purpose.

“Winpex, 609, Lysaw… What is any of this stuff? Whatever happened to good old water?”

Sally ignored the bottles entirely, rubbed a rag over the washer and dryer to clear the dust, and figured that was about as clean as things needed to be. The light activity was enough to make her boobs shift back and forth against the fabric of her absurdly small top, making her nipples hard and putting a light flush against her face.

This outfit sucks. Maid uniforms are supposed to be cute, sexy, and perfect for tempting men. But this just shows them everything! And it’s all digging and rubbing against my sensitive spots. I thought I’d get to be a maid, not a prostitute…

Then she remembered the trash.

“Eh. It’s not glamorous, but it’s easy. And the last thing I need is Head Nag Grey chewing my ear off again.”

Sally picked up the trash can and heard an unusual noise.

*click-click*

The next thing she knew, the trash can was thrown from her hands as her face met the floor. Some unwavering **** was holding her to the ground as her arms were pulled behind her back, with her forearms held horizontally alongside each other. She cursed as she tried to get free, but two cold, metallic bands were tied around both her arms, locking them in place. At last she was allowed to stand up, and could see no trace of her assailant behind her.

“A… A… A ghost that’s into BDSM! AHHHHHHHH!!!”

Sally screamed as she sprinted down the hallway into the West Wing, where she encountered Grey.

“Grey! I-I was tied up by a ghost! Do you- H-Hey! It got you too! That pervy ghost is fast!”

Grey’s arms were outstretched in front of her, forearms stuck together by a band at the wrist, and another just below the elbow.

“Sally, please. This is nothing to raise your voice over. The maids of the Surge Estate encounter binding situations often.” Grey chuckled to herself lightly. “And it is most certainly not the work of ghosts.”

“What is it then!?”

“Why, the mansion itself, obviously. Do not be fooled by the historic appearance. This mansion is quite sophisti… You are staring at me as though I have multiple heads.”

“The mansion? Are you possessed?” Sally asked in pure disbelief.

Put off balance by Sally’s rude accusation, Grey continued. “No, I am not. In fact, I am quite serious. The Lieutenant is a brilliant inventor. She devotes an incredible amount of time and effort into designing and implementing her technology throughout the mansion, all so that-”

“Nonsense. You can’t invent a mansion that acts like it’s haunted. That’s ridiculous! You’re just trying to cover up the paranormal activity going on here. You’re hiding the truth! Tell me about the ghost living here!”

Grey’s expression darkened. “Enough of this. I have work to do, and no time to spend speaking to a girl with no interest in doing any work of her own. I suggest you see yourself out, before that ‘pervy ghost’ takes any more liberties with your body.”

“Ha! As if I’d let a lowly ghost have its way with me!”

Sally left in a huff, determined to get to the bottom of the mansion’s spiritual issue despite the loss of mobility in her arms. And to spite Grey.