They stop at the gym.

Within the manor is a room designed for exercise. Lord Varen likely frequents this place. It's actually quite lovely. Despite it being indoors, the room is large, and the floor is actual grass. Fi has no idea how it works, but it feels strange stepping onto grass despite not leaving home. Around her are mats, weights, and other supplies. She's only glanced inside this room since first being hired, but has never been all the way inside. There is also another door on the left and right sides of the room.

Lord Faroe gestures to the left. "Please, change in there. I will do the same in the room opposite. Come out when you're ready."

"I'm getting changed?" she asks.

"Of course. You wouldn't want to do it in your uniform. It would be difficult, and it would be rather hot. There should be an outfit in there already that will fit well enough for what we're doing." He turns and begins walking to the right. "Take your time."

She looks around confused for a moment. "Wait. Am I working out?" But he's already gone. She sighs, and makes her way into the room she was instructed to go. Inside is the place one is meant to wash up. There are shower heads and cleaning supplies. But on a bench on the side is a neatly folded outfit, and it's the only one around.

I guess this is it. I might as well try it on.

Fi pulls off her uniform piece by piece, and just as neatly places them on the bench beside it. She stands there in the nude and ponders for a moment. Her feline ears twitch, and her fluffy tail swings slowly to the left and right.

He's changing just like me, just two rooms over. She shakes her head. Why am I thinking about that?

She suddenly jumps three feet in the air as she turns to see a figure looming in the door, like a cat seeing a cucumber. However, it just appears to be one of the many servants the manor employs. She's an older lady, and she smiles sweetly. It takes her longer to move given her age, but she makes her way slowly into the locker room, and towards the naked Fi.

"Sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to scare you," the old woman explains. "I simply came to wash your uniform while you're here."

"I suppose that's fine," Fi says. Her heart is still racing. "And it's my fault. I've been a little jumpy lately."

"Well you look rather beautiful, you know. Lord Faroe is blessed to have you here."

"Oh no. I'm the blessed one." She laughs nervously.

The woman gathers the clothing, and with them folded in her arms, she makes her way back out. Soon it's Fi yet again, alone with her thoughts, though now she has no choice but to put on the outfit given to her.

First, she lifts up the top. It's a simple white t-shirt. Looks normal enough.

Next, she lifts up the pants. They're grey, thin, and stretchy. Might be a little tight, but I guess that's okay.

She then pauses.

Wait. That's it? No panties? No bra? Nothing? That is very improper! I'm a servant of this household. I absolutely can not go around wearing no undergarments of any sort. That is completely out of the question for a maid!

Fi hurries to the door, but remembers she's naked. She peeks out, but the woman is long gone. Her face flushes pink. Slowly, she retreats back into the room, and walks back to the outfit laying on the bench. She has little choice. Either she wears the clothes she was told to wear, or just goes out in the nude. She picks up the shirt and slips it on over her top. Next, she takes the pants, and slips her legs down through the holes.

It really is tight... Oh boy.

After a moment of struggle, she slides the thin fabric over her legs, and they snap tight against her. Her heart races yet again when she finds a mirror in the room and looks herself over. The pants are so tight that they contour to every curve--her ass, her legs, and nearly her pussy as well. Though the shirt isn't nearly as tight, her bust still bounces freely behind the fabric. She's glad it isn't cold in here.

Oh no. No no. What is Lord Faroe going to think of me? Will he see me as an impure harlot? This is so embarrassing! W-Well, he is the one that supplied me with these. It isn't my fault, right? And it isn't like you can actually see anything. It's just a little bit... more than I'm used to.

She pinches the fabric of her pants and tugs, and it snaps back against her skin like elastic.

Well, I need to do something. Here goes nothing.