Imprisoned

Fitting Room

You turned the bag Rindou had given you upside down and began to shake out its contents.

When you fully saw what the ganster was expecting you to wear your jaw dropped.

Sure you needed/appreciated the offer of new cloths. The ones you had been wearing already had a bunch of wrinkles and the dirt from cleaning Ran's room had attached itself to the edges of your skirt and shirt hems. 

But wearing this...out in potentially a public place running errands?

The top of the garment had a white ruffled panel covering the breast area that tucked into a black puffy sleeved satin shelling.

The connecting skirt was also made of that voluminous black satin and it was short. If you did put the costume on, it would surely end only halfway down your thighs. 

But worst of all, had to be the headband and the white frilly belt. 

It wasn't exactly what you were used to seeing on the shelves of costume stores around October though. At the very least, the fabric didn't feel as cheap and there was less of a plastic sheen emanating from the garment. It might have been more of an expensive atrocity, but there was no mistaking it...it was a French Maid dress. 

You looked back up at Rindou in disbelief. He lazily looked up from his papers again to meet your eyes. An evil looking grin tugged at one side of his face, showing his shining canines and he smirked. "Go on. You ARE our maid aren't you." He encouraged mockingly.

"You can't seriously expect me to wear this out." You retort.

Surely this was just a joke...

Rindou's evil smile receded a little..

He bounced the papers he was holding on his knee to get them into an organized stack. He placed them back on the desk before returning his eyes to where you still sat on his bed.

Rindou took one slow step towards you yet again. Then another. Then another, until he was at the foot of the bed. He crossed his arms and looked down at you. His glare from above was merciless and unblinking.

"Put it on. Or I'll dress you myself." He said in a menacingly calm voice.

You gulped. There was no doubt about it, he was serious. You were afraid of the way he was looking at you. His lazy lilac eyes that were somehow strong and commanding...so familiar to the ones you had stared into just hours earlier...

Rindou sighed in frustration and leaned forward towards you. You yelped and scrambled out of the bed and into Rindou's bathroom, holding the fabric that had been in your lap.

"Ok ok I'll put the stupid shit on!" You say as you hastily slam the washroom's door shut.

You leaned up against the back of the wooden plank and sighed out a deep breath. You looked down at the cloths you had carried with you. You began to change.

The cloths you had been wearing really were dirty. Also, somehow, even though they were normal, non costume cloths, they felt cheap compared to the maid outfit. The fabric of your cloths felt slippery and thin compared to the lavish feel of the costume.

"Great even their fucking cosplays remind me of how poor I am." You sighed to yourself.

BANG BANG BANG

Rindou pounded hard on the bathroom door with his fists. "Hurry up. I don't have all day." he called impatiently.

"I guess this is happening." You whined inwardly to yourself.

You pick up the pile that was your old cloths and turn the knob to exit the bathroom.

You couldn't raise your gaze to look at Rindou. Your face burned red hot as you tried your best to cover yourself with your arms. "Ok. I put it on. Can I maybe just do some housework today instead of going out like this?" you asked barely above a whisper, embarrassment heavy in your voice.