With a bone to pick with Grey. For real this time.

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

After recovering your wits, and the feeling in your legs, you march once again to Grey’s side of the mansion to see why she ignored you. You’re not even half way there, however, when you hear sweet-sounding moans filling the mansion. Well, whatever that is, it must not be Grey. She sounds nothing like that at all. She’s much more collected, dignified, and cool.

It’s Grey. You find her suspended upside down from the ceiling by her ankles. With her arms bound, there’s pretty much no way an ordinary person could escape. This is Grey we’re talking about though. She’s the ideal cool, mature beauty, and she’s the Head Maid on top of that, so you’re sure she’ll figure something out.

A hitachi wand is pressed firmly against her panty-clad pussy, and her boob stocking is out of place, wadded up to leave her bare breasts dangling freely. The panties seem to be offering no real protection at all against the noisy, borderline violent vibrations of the wand… You had no idea she could sound so girly as she squeals her way through an orgasm, her love juices bypassing her saturated panties and dripping down her torso, as well as the crack between her substantial asscheeks. Well, this explains why she didn’t help you. This must be a fluke or something. Grey is the ideal cool, mature beauty, so this kind of thing must be very rare.

“Some *AHH* assistance please, Emilia!” she squeaks out. Oh, wait, she doesn’t have this situation under control? You thought for sure she would have some awesome way out of this or something. You look around for something to fix this obscene situation, and spot a button on the floor below her, just a few inches from her head. You quickly step on it, releasing Grey as she falls to the floor in a heap. She lays on the ground, curled in a ball, shuddering every second or so with her sopping panties bunched up between her labia, not even covering her pussy at this point. You almost think worse of her for it, until you do a little bit of self-reflection…

Grey slowly stands up, then exhales deeply. “You have my thanks. Now, was there anything you needed?”

…Seriously? That’s her reaction? “H-H-How can you act like nothing is wrong!? You were hanging from the ceiling and getting harassed by the mansion! It happened to me too! I’m not working here, this is ridiculous!”

Intimidation Check: Failed!

Grey sighs. “I understand your reservations considering this type of work. However, it is outlined in the terms you signed earlier. Besides, there is a pattern for cleaning the rooms which, if followed, will not trigger any traps. You are a smart girl. I am sure you will figure it out.”

…Okay. Sure. If there’s a pattern, then you just have to figure it out and you won’t get lewded by every room. That should be easy enough. You’re great at figuring out patterns. “If that’s the case, then l-leave it to me!”

Grey smiles curtly. “Excellent. I will leave it to you then.”