Well, she stays in the outfit

After the shock of finding out Fiorella’s identity, you can finally get to seducing her. You’d probably have a better idea on how to do that if she wasn’t still in the maid outfit.

“It really is astonishing” Fiorella says as she takes a seat on the couch, motioning for you to sit opposite her. “When I first began dressing up in that servant’s outfit to greet guests, I felt for sure I’d be found out immediately.”

You sit down, interested to hear how this all started. “Why did you even decide to do this in the first place?”

“I’ve always wanted to know what people said behind my back” the red-haired woman sighs, pulling a glove down her wrist, “so I dressed up as a servant whenever I invited over guests.” She gives a mirthless grin, “People don’t pay attention to the help, I know I certainly don’t.”

You nod, “what did you think people were saying? I mean, it has to be kinda embarrassing right?”

She shakes her head. “No, I enjoy dressing up” she leans forward, the open top of the uniform displaying her ample cleavage. “Besides, this uniform really compliments my breasts, don’t you think?”

You can agree with that, the corset she seems to be wearing underneath her uniform is pushing her tits up, so that it’s almost like she’s presenting them to you. You can’t help but scoot forward on the couch, getting closer. However, Fiorella pulls herself back in with a gentle laugh.

“Patience, patience” she gently scolds you, “answer the question.”

“They look amazing,” you admit, “the corset pushes them up really well.”

Fiorella smiles. “I would hope so, wearing a corset while pretending to work isn’t fun.” You politely chuckle at her joke, trying to think of something to talk about now that your seduction attempt has been delayed.

“So, do you dress up when anyone visits, or is it only for special occasions.”

Fiorella shifts a bit, her eyes almost seeming to dart to the room’s corners. “Dew” she calls out, getting the attention of the young Drow, “what do you think of the church?”

“Eh?” Dew sounds surprised by the question, she’s mostly been listening in silence. “They’re…fine, I guess? I mean, they hand out the gifts fairly, but they’re…a bit pushy.”

Fiorella nods. “Well, to answer the question, I mostly wear it when one of the Sisters is around.” Her voice slips into one of visible disdain, “they’re always poking their nose into my business, trying to get full control of the town.” She gives a small snarl, “they should know their betters.”

You shift a bit at the rant, but you notice that as she leans back she’s pushed her tits forward again. “They think that just because they own the church, they’re the only ones who can follow the gods’ demands. Ridiculous.”

“Oh, so…”

“Why, I’d say some of the stuff they were saying was downright heretical!” she proclaims, “especially at yesterday’s town meeting.” She fills herself a cup of tea before continuing. “I myself was very skeptical of you when you arrived, of course, but I think you’ve more or less proven yourself, the town ran normally despite your presence yesterday.”

“Well, that’s nice to know” you say, “it’s good to see that I’ve been trusted with the authority of being the village guest.”

“Yes, indeed” she remarks, a sly look overtaking her face. “And since you’re now the rightful village guest, I have a proposition for you.”