𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈

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It was huge.

The entire building was huge. Nearly the size of Clay's. I was able to slip into a private room, that looked like a bathroom, but was much too intricate for me to understand. I slipped off the uniform and folded it, then shoved it into the back of one of the cabinets. They'll only assume it was somebody working here, anyway.

Underneath the uniform, was a small, dark red, satin dress, that ended at my thighs. I was to play the part as a maid, or stripper, but here, they were the same thing.

Seduction could let me through a man easily, so all of the anxiety I had just hours ago, vanished into thin air.

I walked out confidently, playing the part as one of them. Passing by guards at one of the doors, I sent a subtle wink to the one man. He sent an eerie smirk, and let his eyes drape over my body.

I knew Clay wasn't going to like this.

As I passed the large doors, it took me into a dining room. A large, long table to the left, with a huge kitchen on the right, that had two chefs scurrying around, and what looked like, a maid, searching through one of the cabinets in the middle of them.

The maid wore a dress similar to mine, but it was white and looked like soft fabric, rather than dark red and silky. It clung to her body, and ended at her thighs. Whereas the chefs, wore an actual uniform, though they were small too.

I felt pitiful for them.

But they were on his side. Agreed to his ways.

I passed through the kitchen, simply searching the building to get a good look of everything and their whereabouts. Now that I was inside, it was much easier than the process of getting in. When people saw me, they believed I was new, or just unseen before.

"Oops," I heard a feminine voice from behind me, as her side bumped into mine. "So sorry, I hadn't been paying attention." Her voice was smaller, making her seemingly shy. She deemed genuinely apologetic, so I sent a small smile.

"No worries," I replied. She smiled, the palates in her hands nearly tipping as she angled her hands to fix them from falling. Something about her intrigued me, but I sent a small nod and walked away otherwise.

Suddenly, a man came up to me, tall and broad as he handed me small bag. "Take this to room 9, will you?" He walked off before he could catch my response.

Play the part. Play the part.

I let my hips move as I walked down a long corridor, that had large, white doors lining either side. A number was placed next to each doorframe, and I continued down the hallway until reaching room 9. I held the small bag in my left hand, as my right lifted to knock.

"Valentina?" I heard Clay's voice speak into the microphone. I couldn't talk now. I lightly cleared my throat in a signal that I was still here, but couldn't respond.