I mean, what would you say?

The large, throbbing boner tenting his loin cloth made it pretty obvious how Dirk felt.

"Great! I'll go get my costume," Synthara said as she ran off to the bathroom.

"You know, you're really nice for doing this," Mystee said as she took a break from texting on her phone.

"What do you mean?" Dirk asked in confusion, which was par for the course for the lunky hunk.

"Well, I shouldn't say anything but... Synthi is..." Mystee started to say only to stop as soon as she saw Synthara eagerly rushing out of the bathroom, dressed in a very slutty looking French Maid outfit.

The top was little more than a belt that smushed her breasts together, while the 'skirt' didn't even hide her snatch, making it obvious the drow wore no panties.

"How do I look?" Synthara excitedly asked.

While Mystee was a perfectly toned and sculpted sex goddess (she had always been a fitness freak before she found her way to porn), Synthara had always been more of the drow-next-door type. Sexy, but not statuesque. She had some meat on her bones, especially around her soft, untoned tummy that stuck out just a little further than her petite and perky breasts.

The result? Synthara was spilling out of her too-tight costume.