Working as a maid could be interesting

"Hmm, it isn’t exactly glorious, but what the hell, it probably pays well, and I'll get a chance to fuck some nobles." Tina thought to herself as she began walking towards the location mentioned in the note: the Hukrele Castle just a few miles out of town.
It was early morning, and Tina basked in the morning sun as she approached the outer walls of Hukrele Castle, eager to apply for the job.
The two well-armed guards at the gates where at first rather sceptical at allowing the woman to access the castle grounds; for even though she was as beautiful as just about any woman either of them had ever seen, she was dressed rather scantily: a pair of small metal-plates over her nipples, chained together, and a light-blue thong so small that the lips of her vagina bulged out around the flimsy satin fabric, and the top part of her pubic hair, shaved in such a manner that it formed a rectangular patch of dark hair, was visible above the hem.
On her back hung a scimitar, and she had a beautifully crafted gold-necklace, the bottom of it reaching the depth of her cleavage.
Simply put, the woman looked a bit too sluttish to be able to fit in among the higher layers of society.
However, even though the lady was a slut indeed, Tina knew was adept in the art of mind control, and quickly convinced the two men that she was more than allowed to enter the castle, one of them calling out for one of the maids to lead her to the keeper of the castle.
Within minutes, a maid appeared at the gate; she was slightly shorter than Tina but with a bosom that was nearly as full as Tina’s, her hair was golden blonde and she wore a rather well-fitting lavender dress.
“You’re here for the maid job, yes?” She asked, obviously rather sceptical regarding Tina’s qualities as a maid, but still striking Tina as a rather friendly girl.
“Yes, I’m Tina.”
“How nice. Well, your looks are exotic enough to please old Roark at least.”
“Who’s this Roark character?”
“Oh, he’s the keeper of the castle. A good, but strict, man. Much better than the king if you ask me.”
“Oh, and who are you?”
“Sorry! I’ve completely forgotten about manners! I’m Orinda.”
A few minutes later, Orinda stopped in front of a pair of sturdy oak doors, opened one of them and motioned for Tina to stay outside while she went in for a short while.
Coming back out again, Orinda told Tina that she was to enter the room, and after she had done so, closed the doors behind her.
Inside the large and tastefully decorated stood a large desk, behind which sat a muscular man, in his late thirties or early forties, if judging from his appearance.
His hair was long and brown, with several braids near his face, and he was also lightly bearded.
The man was simply dressed, and he had a stern look on his face.
“Ah, you must be the applicant. I’m Roark. And I can’t see that a girl looking like you would fit in well at Hukrele castle, I’m afraid.”