Yes, she does!

The parquet of the room let out a tiny squeak, gaining Jen's momentary attention. There were marks, belonging to so many different stilettos. The vibe change was immediate. For the first time, she could tell that somebody used to walk through here before. A lot of people. A lot of times.

The walls were reddish brown with white semi-pillars. Together with many rows of dress hangers full of different variants of French maid dresses, the atmosphere was that of servitude. On the other side, there was a closet with square compartments. Some were drawers, and some had high-heeled shoes worthy of the profession on the display and up for grabs. Some benches stood in front for trying them out.

"None who wander in there stay unemployed. None who leave it do so without an assignment."

The three or four wide steps she made were ringing in her ears as Jen stretched herself on the bench in another blissful release. She could no longer tell when the next one was going to be allowed, so she was giving it some newfound appreciation.

The bunnygirl heard steps approaching and voices talking, but she was not done reflecting, so she did not even bother looking.

"Look at her, we just missed her cumming into this sexful bunny suit!"

"There has to be a dildo in there."

"It's so nice to the touch. I wish I got Sealed into something like that."

"Stop touching yourself! This girl first, then self-care!"

"Hrrmmph!"

Jen slowly turned onto her back to see a group of girls wearing maid dresses from this room. Initially, she attempted to say something like "Hello", but ended up squirming weakly instead. As she tried to remember how her limbs worked, many hands helped her stand up.

"Thanks?" — she uttered.

"You're welcome!" — every single maid replied, even the one with a gag in her pretty mouth.

While two of them still kept supporting her, the rest started running around. One of them confidently inserted something in the back of her bodysuit. There was a hiss, and then the process repeated with the rest of her attire.

"You're welcome!" — the phrase was spoken again, followed by a laugh that got picked up quickly by the rest of the maid crew. They kept laughing and saying "Welcome", and Jen laughed with them.

Suddenly, she was alone. Her ears were still ringing, and something clearly changed about her as well. She spotted a mirror in the corner and approached it slowly and mostly steady.

Her excited cutie face showed no sign of remaining intelligence, but there was a more significant visual difference. There was a maid dress on her now, picked out specifically for her to show it off rather than to hide it under. There was more white than black, the cleavage did nothing to hide her red bra's intricate design, and the short ruffled skirt was standing up so stiffly that her red hot crotch part was extremely hard to hide.

Jen pulled out the steel collar from under the collar of the dress. It was now a solid loop of metal, destined to decorate her neck forever. When she made sure that the shoes were the same, a new big tide of sexual excitement started rising, charging at her pleasure center imminently.

"Hired... Forever."

She was on the bench again, her hand helping the dildo stuck under the Sealed bodysuit fuck her till she saw the stars. She was more vocal about her feelings as well, getting the most out of her predicament before her bunny ears would inevitably find her a room for mandatory dusting, marking the beginning of a new routine.

ENDING #59