Put the new maid to work

"Now now Kira," David gently admonished the translucent girl, "we discussed this, remember? While you're in uniform, you must call me master."

"Kira? Who's..." Michael frowned momentarily confused, "Oh right, role-play. Okay I'm Kira then... uh I mean yes Master. Sorry, Master, I'll try to remember."

"Better, I'd hate to have to punish you for being disrespectful. Now be about your duties and clean this mess up."

"Yes Master." Michael, or rather Kira, dropped a surprisingly elegant curtsy before producing a feather duster.

Humming a happy tune, the new maid gets to work cleaning the dingy basement. Her slime body stretching and squeezing into the hard-to-reach spots. Her skimpy uniform conspicuously failing to protect her modesty from David's lustful gaze.

After a few minutes of admiring his handiwork, David decides it's time to do more than watch...