Awaken from heaven to paradise.

The sun is past center sky from what you can tell by the light through your windowsill, as your eyes stretch open to the noise of your bedchamber door turning open. No external heat was needed during your nap due to the warm blanket of gentle skin enveloping you from head to toe. Given your recent boon, temperature doesn't bother you anyway, but it made for an incredibly comfortable rest--the firm embrace of Niki, the gentle touch of Amara, the subtle hands of Snow, the soft squeeze of Eva, and the radiance of Nyllia's face as the very next thing you lay your gaze upon.

You turn your eyes next to the door.

Yin is there with folded clothing stacked strategically in her arms--so high you can hardly see her face. She places them down upon a table at her left. Then as she stares back at you with hands patiently behind her back, you look over an outfit you realize is new once your brain finishes waking up. Upon seeing it, the rest of your body awakens as well.

She's always worn a French maid type dress--more modest than most attire you see, though still an adorable short dress with enough skin to draw the eyes. You remember when you first met. She would act sweet and innocent, to the point where you were concerned about making any sort of move upon her at risk of being judged. Of course now you've connected far beyond that. You also know that she may be sweet, but innocent is not likely the correct word to use. Now that she wears this newly styled outfit, it's clear she may be a good girl, but she's also a bad devil.

It's still like that of a maid's which will likely always be true. It's her favourite style--the fluttery dress, the frills from top to bottom, and an outfit of servitude. Compared to her old one, however, the collar is cut noticeably lower. Her cute, perky breasts are more pronounced, and with every movement, your eyes are pulled towards the gentle bounce of soft, red skin bound by a string tied into a bow at the center--that and every other string on the dress looks to be made of an extra shiny material, and a crimson so dark it often still appears black. The skirt is shorter as well, not to an impractical degree, though you can tell. She also wears black stockings extending up from her shoes and ending with frilly garters which squeeze the curves of her thighs.

A choker binds her neck with a ribbon hanging down from the middle. And on her back, one larger ribbon is tied to the outfit's waist. The maid outfit is a precious sight of black, white, and many frills. It contrasts starkly with the bright, boldly red flesh of a devil. Her spaded tail hangs down from beneath the skirt, curling around and up her back. Between the horns extending up from her dark crimson locks is a matching cap--a hairpiece to bring it all together.

Her bright golden gaze and preciously adorable expression--one dutiful, yet also bashful--is impossible to break contact. A deeper shade of red draws slowly over the bridge of her nose the longer you stare at one another. Eventually, she speaks up, albeit softly. "Master... I've brought everybody their clothing."

"I love your new outfit, Yin," you reply.

"Oh." She brings her arms in to wrap around herself shyly, nudging her bust both together and upward, either by innocent accident, or entirely on purpose. "I'm glad you like it, Master. I do as well. It's so comfortable and soft inside. Luna insisted. I helped design it."

"You did a good job. I can't look away."

"Y-You don't have to flatter me."

Niki yawns loudly. She rolls to the side of the bed, which takes a moment given its size, and stretches her arms high above her head. "Oh wow. I wonder what time it is. The middle of the day or something?"

"I believe that it is," answers Nyllia. She woke up at some point after you, and has been observing ever since.

"Good morning, Yin," Eva says as she peeks up from the covers.

Amara then crawls herself down the blankets. From behind, you can see there's a leaf still stuck in her hair. She sits up and rubs her eyes. "Thank you, Yin. I will dress, but then I must wash up."

"I thank--" Snow speaks.

Yin looks to the side. Not at all noticing the approach of the catfolk, she jumps. "N-No problem!"

"Now I can finally return this," she says with eyes turning back to you. One by one, she unbuttons one of your pajama tops, which she's been wearing since she lost her clothing at the party. Her pale skin is slowly revealed as the curtains open. Her body is slim, with perky breasts now completely bare as she folds the garment neatly. She walks towards the nearby table in just a pair of panties, and returns your top to where it belongs. As she walks, her tail wags. "Ah. Which is mine?"

"Right here," Yin answers. "I'll help you."

It seems she's prepared everybody's more casual, Earthen attire. Amara pulls a pair of underwear up her long, slender elven legs, pulls the pink shirt over her head, and dresses in her pale blue short overalls. Beside her, Eva wiggles into her white and lilac shoulderless top and purposely tattered short shorts. Then Niki, who first undresses from her own clothing, puts on her torn jeans, dark top, and thick black zip-up hoodie. Nyllia also dresses in her white blouse and high-worn jeans. Though at the same time, Snow has been given something new.

Her top is pale red, almost pink, and fits loose. It's a short sleeved crop top made to be very generous with the cat's bare belly. There's an image present in the center--one of a cat's paw. Her bottoms are black leggings which hug her curves tightly, though it looks tailored to be as comfortable as possible. She moves with ease, and the more she does, the more she smiles. Perhaps it's because she's finally been given something to match the other three, or it's because it feels so nice to wear. When she turns, you can see where it squeezes her body the firmest, and just above that is a hole cut perfectly for her tail.

"What are these sort of pants called?" Snow asks.

"Leggings," you answer.

"I think I love them."

"Me too."

It's truly been a good morning. You beheld the dressing of five beautiful girls, and now before you the world's cutest maid stands waiting to aid you in a dressing of your own. On the table is your neatly folded outfit, next to a pile of Niki's and Nyllia's discarded clothing and the pajama top returned to you by Snow. Though you may now be pitching a tent beneath the quilt, it seems it's your turn to rise from the bed and finish off the day.

"I need some water," Niki groans. "I'll see you all downstairs."

"Please come meet us when you are ready, Kyle," says Amara. "I will either be in the bath, or awaiting your coming in the Throne Room."

As the group nears the door, Nyllia turns with a nod and a smile. "Do not rush."

Yin bows politely as the others pass. "I'll make sure Master gets up. Don't worry. Please wash yourselves and drink plenty of water."

"All right, but don't you go cleaning everything yourself," says Eva.

Snow nods. "We'll all pitch in."

One by one, the girls depart, though only for now. You'll be catching up momentarily.

That is, unless you run into something on the way.