No, Texas Wakes up at Bonnie's Residence

Texas groaned as she woke up in... well quite honestly it was the comfiest bed she'd ever slept in. She sat up, coughing and gagging, bits of fluff being **** from her incredibly dry mouth. Nearby was a glass of water, which she quickly grabbed, greedily chugging it down to both moisten her palette, as well as clear the lingering taste of ass from her tongue. "S-So... g-gross..." She whined, pulling the covers off of herself before gasping and shrieking.

In an instant, he was covered again, face red as a tomato as the sounds of footsteps echoed from outside of her door, muffled voices shouting that she was awake. Not only was her gun taken from her, leaving her without her weapon, but she'd been stripped! She was in nothing but a bra and panties. Comfy, but not something she'd want to wear while she's, presumably, in the house of some vile kidnapper who knocked her out with her ass last night!

Before she could look around for her outfit, her door opened up, her moving quickly to keep herself covered. She watched with anger, irritation, and disgust, as a dog woman came in, looking rather shy. She was holding a spare outfit, which she quickly set on the edge of Tex's bed. "P-Please allow me to welcome you, Little Miss Texas." She said, giving a curtsey.

Texas turned bright red, blushing like a beat as this... this random maid called her "Little Miss" and offered her only a maid outfit to wear! "What in tarnation is going on!?" Texas shouted, the dog woman looking nervous. "Ah'm kidnapped by someone Ah thought'd be a friendly face, stripped to mah unmentionables, offered a prissy maid outfit, and called "Little Miss" by someone shorter than me!" Texas roared, the canine simply covering her head nervously.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am! A-All of the n-new maids are called L-Little Miss! M-Mistress Josephine's o-orders!" She claimed, cowering a bit.

Texas panted, glad to finally vent her irritations, though now feeling a bit guilty over striking fear into someone who was just doing her job. "Ugh... Sorry for the outburst actual Little Miss." Texas muttered, sighing as she tossed a pillow at the dog. "Cover yer eyes. Ah ain't dressin' til Ah'm not bein' peeped on." She ordered, grimacing as she picked up the dress on her bed. It... looked to be her size, a comfortable fit. It was impossibly soft to the touch, almost like a cloud.

At that thought, Texas grimaced again, recalling the cloudy shorts around her hips last night, keeping her from defending herself. "Ah'm not puttin' on the damn head thing." She said, tossing the headband to the canine before putting on the outfit, struggling to get through it. She was not used to some fancy schmancy dress like this. Pants, a shirt, and a vest were fine before, and once she left, they'd be fine again.

Once dressed, she walked up to the dog maid, grabbing the pillow and tossing it behind her on the bed. "Take me to Bonnie." She ordered, teeth gritted, the Canine gulping fearfully, and nodding, grabbing Texas' hand and leading the way...