Yes?

"It is pretty... You want me to put it on myself?"

"I'll have to help her, there are buttons on the back that won't be accessible once she's inside. Step in." — The fly trap of a dress was open before Jen, but she stood still for the moment. Aisha, who was holding the dress, raised her eyes and saw the girl's betrayed look. — "It might be hard to contain your excitement during the initiation, but be patient as I button you up."

That gave Jen some of the much needed reassurance. Not enough, but some.

"Alright, Jen, you've seen that superhero movie when they had to lose to win in the next one. This can't all be an act to make me less **** to do what they want, right?" — her thoughts were racing.

She stepped in, and the process began. First, the well-lubricated dress was slid over her hips, then her arms went into the sleeves along her curves to become unable to separate from them for an undefinite while. Jen saw them popping out of the cute bow-decorated sleeves and then felt the material getting tighter over her steel swimsuit. Her eyes teared up involuntarily as the last button was put into place around her neck. She did not know the technology, but she knew that the dress already locked itself somehow.

Then there was the headpiece. A necessary item to seal the deal. Tiffany watched with delight poorly hidden by a strict teacher pose. The device pressed Jen's black bob haircut and sent a momentary wave of sharp pain over the impact area.

"Now it's in your head. Now you'll know the true way." — Tiffany stated, getting closer to Jen. — "How does it feel?"

It felt scary. Insecure. Helpless. But saying that would be flashing the color of her cards in front of her opponent.

"Better. I don't know why though." — Jen turned her wrists inside the sleeves.

Tiff kept staring into her eyes, trying to find something that was not there, when Aisha said:

"I think we deserve a food break. It's in the corner, come over."

Aisha and Jen went towards the two tubes sticking right out of the wall, labeled "FOOD" and "WATER".

"Simple enough. You suck on it and gulp."

They had some distance from the second pair, and Jen realized that she has to make some noise. When her lips clenched the water tube, she made sure to drink it as noisy as possible as whispers invaded her ears:

"If a keyhole snaps, its key is nearby. We're spread out when we dust big rooms, so hide 'em up your sleeve. We escape when we have headpiece keys. Better as two than as one. Dress and boots." — Aisha pushed through her thick apron, showing her the outline of two keys she already found.

Jen closed her eyes as some mashed grains entered her mouth through the 'FOOD' pipe. Finally, a plan. But it involved god knows how many days of a fetish maid's labor until they both find their lucky keys. So she steadied her breath and came to terms of it.

Tiffany moaned as Dolly gave her dressed nipples some light massage with her mittens. The workday of the Maids of the Mall was going to resume soon.