With the proper uniform.

Magi waited in her living room. She was no longer the woman seeking comfort; she was an architect of submission. She wore a short, tight black dress that signaled her new authority. Spread out on the table was Sofia’s "costume": a ridiculous maid's outfit made of black tulle and white lace, with a corset that looked suffocating.

When Sofia entered, her gaze locked onto the garment with disgust.

"Put it on," Magi ordered.

"Magi, please... this is too much."

"Put it on, Sofia. And one more detail," Magi added, a glint of pure malice flashing in her eyes. "No underwear. Not even the thong. I don’t want anything ruining the line of the costume."

Sofia turned pale, taking a step back. "You can’t ask that of me. It’s... it’s obscene."

"What’s obscene is the circular tank," Magi retorted, approaching her with a coldness that made her shiver. "It’s either this or the aquarium glass. You choose."

Minutes later, Sofia emerged from the bathroom trembling, feeling the rough rub of the tulle directly against her skin. She felt naked, despite the fabric. Magi nodded, satisfied, and led her out.

They only had to go up one floor. Evans opened the door immediately, his eyes lighting up as he saw them.

"Punctuality and good taste," Evans murmured, devouring Sofia with his gaze. "Excellent choice of uniform, Magi. It truly... highlights her attributes."

The apartment smelled of staleness and cheap cologne. Evans closed the door with a definitive click. On the sofa, two black satin aprons—thin and nearly transparent—were waiting.

"The apron, Magi," Evans directed. "We wouldn’t want that pretty dress of yours to get dirty."

Magi did not waver. With slow, calculated movements, she unzipped her black dress and let it fall to her feet. She stood in only a tiny black thong, offering her body to Evans’s view before tying the satin apron over her bare skin. The cold fabric brushed against her breasts, but she didn’t flinch.

Evans let out a husky laugh and turned toward Sofia.

"And for the guest of honor... the same. We wouldn’t want to spoil such a... professional maid’s outfit. Put on the other one, Sofia."

Sofia froze, crossing her arms over her chest. "No... I can’t. I’m not wearing anything underneath."

Evans arched an eyebrow, throwing a conspiratorial look at Magi. Magi took a step toward her friend, her voice now a whisper laced with poison.

"That was precisely the point of the plan, Sofia," Magi said, relishing the terror in the other girl’s eyes. "Don’t make me regret bringing you. Take off the outfit and put on the apron. Now. That’s an order."

Sofia, trapped between Evans’s lechery and Magi’s betrayal, began to unfasten the corset with clumsy fingers. When the garment fell, Sofia stood completely exposed, trembling under the man’s predatory gaze. She hurriedly put on the black satin apron, but the garment hid nothing; the satin clung to her naked body, revealing every contour, every shudder.

"Excellent," Evans said, licking his lips. "Let’s start with the bedroom. There is much to... clean."

Magi picked up the cleaning supplies and walked toward the bedroom, her heels marking the rhythm of Sofia’s fall. The jailer’s logic had prevailed: to save her own skin, Magi had just surrendered that of her only friend.