The Blackest Market (Claude F. x Servant! Reader)

The Blackest Market - Part 6

Dresses. As far as the eye could see and in every color and style imaginable. If it weren't for the fact that this whole plot was to get revenge on a demon you may have enjoyed this a bit more, but the demon did force himself on you which made you want to help all the more. 

Claude walked down the aisles pulling out dresses occasionally and looking back at you, then either shaking his head and putting it back or nodding and putting it over his arms for you to try on. Once he was finished he brought his choices up to the front where the dressing rooms were, hanging the dresses on a rack.

He smirked softly and leaned down to whisper, "If this were not a public place I'd help you into the dresses myself, but..." He grabbed the first dress on the rack and handed it over to you, "...you'll have to make due." He grinned as he watched out walk into the dressing room with the pale yellow dress. 

You had never been invited to a high society party before. You imagined it would be similar to a high school prom but with more people and alcohol. You slipped out of the maid uniform and into the dress he had chosen, wiggling to zip up the zipper all the way. You stepped out and stood before you Master. "Hmmm...No...it makes your hips seem two times the size they are..Try this one." He pulled out a green one with a slit cut up the side, causing you to blush, but you took it and did as ordered. 

You stepped out after changing and he looked at you, "Spin.." you slowly turned for him to critique it. "Mmm..No. It doesn't draw enough attention to your face." this went on for another 4 or 5 dresses before you stepped out in a soft lavender dress with dark purple trim. You could tell your master was pleased the instant he saw you. 

His eyes went slightly wider and he stood up to walk around you, looking you up and down. "The hips are nice, your legs look slim, hips are good, a...healthy...amount of cleavage, and with some proper jewelry...yes. This is it!" He looked at the clerk, who had become irritated by the number of dresses piling up, and nodded. 

After wrapping the dress and picking out the light purple shoes to match, you headed back toward the manor. When you got home he ordered you into his study. "Now Caspia, if this is going to work, you're going to have to learn how to act. And pretty damned good to fool a demon into believing you. Firstly, let me go over this plan with you." He laid down a piece of paper with a simple chart on the desk. "At the party there are going to be several high society families plus a few random celebrities who are friends of the host. But that's not important. This is what's important." 

He pulled out a box and opened it to show small black spider inside the box. "Isn't  it lovely?" He smirked  and showed the box to Caspia. "Of course Master...but how is she going to stop Lord Beel?" Claude looked at her for a second and raised an eyebrow, "How did you know-...never mind. She is a double black widow. Basically The red hourglass on her back has been turned black by her poison. Now a regular black widow can kill a human, but a double black widow has enough lethal poison to knock a demon out for a couple of hours." 

"It won't kill him?" Claude shook his head,"We don't need it to. We only need him to be asleep long enough to get him back into his bed at home, the rest is up to me."

"B-but where do I come in Master?" You pointed to yourself, a slight tinge of worry in your voice. 

"Your job, my dear Caspia...is to play the role of harlot. Swoon him into believing that you want to be his maid instead of mine, by any means necessary. If all goes according to plan, he'll try to get you into his bed. before that happens, you release our little friend here. She will put him to sleep. Then, you will leave the house where David will be waiting to pick you up. Then the fun really begins..." A wide grin spread across his face as he chuckled. The plan slowly fell into place.

To be continued...