[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color][hr]
[hider=In which a maid despairs]Olivia Cahill hurried herself down the hallway, her footsteps hasty yet controlled. Purposeful. A good time was never promised when guests at the estate rang the bell with such fervor. Good time for the guest maybe, but Olivia doubted that the same could be said for the house staff. Still, impeccable service was what the subnaturals of the estate prided themselves on the most. And she wasn't going to be the one tarnishing that record.

The guard detail and plaque displaying "Hazel Baker" was noted with muted dismay. The girl they had a special briefing on. Hopefully by now she was calmed enough for Olivia to do her job properly. She stood patiently as the guards discussed their orders, straightening her blouse and not once missing the glances they took at her white streak. Those glances that were returned with a warm, professional smile. Once she was finally let in, Olivia took a breath and presented herself.

[color=f7976a]"Good evening, Miss Baker. I understand that you require some service?"[/color]

Hazel stared at the maid, taking in her admittedly odd appearance. It was a while since she had felt anything as strong as this, but she wanted, somehow, to gain those clothings herself. But more importantly, services? Was that why the chain was there? What sort of machine did they make to generate humans for the service of one pulling the chain. It was scary to think about what they could have made that she did not know about.

Glancing at the guards, she turned to maid before speaking. [color=fff79a]"Take me around this place."[/color]

Hazel had no desire to lounge about in one, admittedly rather amazing looking room, being confined to one place like that one drab hospital room with only the wilting flowers to accompany her. No, there must be something amazing like that piano in that place before.

Rather vague. But nothing the maid couldn't handle. She nodded before glancing at the guards for their input, [color=f7976a]"At once."[/color]

The Regulars returned the unpoken question by departing their station to accompany the subnaturals. No sign was made to unlock those extra cuffs on the girl or to let them out of sight. Just as mentioned in the briefing. She walked with a measured pace now, following the route she had practiced as she pointed out rooms they passed.

[color=f7976a]"The estate boasts a wide array of facilities to make your stay with us as hospitable as possible. The east wing we are currently moving towards houses the billiards room, gym, and baths which are accessible by the hallway. Across the main foyer is the music room and kitchens. You are free to prepare your own food but otherwise most of what we have to offer can be found in the dining hall on the first floor. You can also ask the kitchen staff for any special orders if you have a diet or allergy concerns. Do you have any questions so far?"[/color]

Hazel was only half listening to Olivia speaking, most of her attention locked onto the maid's outfit. There was a certain charm to it, a certain pull that drew her hands slowly towards her skirt.

[color=fff79a]"What is the billards room?"[/color] she asked, absentmindly.

Slowly her hands reached out, and pulled on the maid's skirt, lifting it in the process.

The maid's hands shot to her bottom, pushing the lifted fabric down with great force. What the actual fuck was she--

[color=f7976a]"The billiards room has the manor's billiard table,"[/color] Olivia replied coolly, trying not to give the guards reason to further tighten their grips on their firearms, [color=f7976a]"though there are also sofas, a television and a wine rack if you merely wish to relax and enjoy some fine drinks."[/color]

Hazel still had no idea what a billiard was, just that it has a table for it. But this tour certainly wasn't what she wanted. Perhaps she needed to specify what she wanted?

[color=fff79a]"Take me to interesting places?"[/color] she asked.

Interesting places, with interesting things. Hazel had half a mind to try and grab the maid's clothings again, but decided to see if there was another thing that might take her attention first.

That was certainly an intriguing gauntlet the girl had thrown down. Olivia thought for a moment before replying, [color=f7976a]"You might find the greenhouse to be an educational experience, though the gallery has its fair share of interesting exhibits too. Which one shall I lead you to first?"[/color]

Both did not truly appeal to Hazel. A green house and a gallery of exhibits? She wasn't sure if a house that's green would warrant such descriptions as an experience, and she was an exhibit before, so she had an idea of what there would be in that gallery. Already her hands were drifting slowly towards the maid's skirt, filled with an indescribable desire to see the maid jump when she pulls her skirt again.

[color=fff79a]"Greenhouse first, please."[/color]

The greenhouse was a place Olivia visited regularly now that the weather was starting to chill. Whether it was the ambient warmth or her fellow staff picking newly ripened pumpkins and herbs, something about the place always seemed to mellow her spirits. As they walked through the vegetable section towards the dahlias, she elaborated on the goings-on of the greenhouse.

[color=f7976a]"Linda--she's in charge of gardening and maintenance--has been maintaining the patch for a few years now. We cultivate as much of our own produce as the season allows due to the isolated nature of the island. Closer to the entrance is the botanical area. It was one of the maids' hobby before it grew to its own section. My personal favourite are the camellias here."[/color]

It was certainly more than Hazel had ever imagined a green house would be. So the outside wasn't that green at all, but the inside was full of greens, and yellows and reds. Perhaps it should be named the green, red and yellow house instead? Hazel's hand once again grabbed the maid's skirt, not so much pulling as allowing it to guide her as she walked, gawking at all the unfamiliar plants around her. Somehow it felt different from simply seeing plants outside; perhaps it was the charm of having them inside a house?

Her free hand grabbed a red — and slightly green in places — bulb off a vine, charmed by its brilliant red coloring. It didn't exactly taste the way she thought it would once she bit into it however, being slightly sour with a crisp exterior and mushy insides. She took a few more bites before throwing it away.

[color=fff79a]"Camellias? Are they tasty?"[/color]

Olivia stared in silence as Hazel bit into the rose bulb. She had no idea what this girl's deal was but at least she wasn't attempting to upskirt her again.

[color=f7976a]"I've never tried them myself,"[/color] she stated cautiously, [color=f7976a]"Though if it's...flowers that you want to eat, we have some cilantro and pansies in the corner over here. They make for lively plating and I'm fairly sure they taste...better than that rose bulb."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"I see. I remember now. These are flowers."[/color] Hazel recalled what Emma said. [color=fff79a]"These makes rooms look nice."[/color]

Colorful, enough to entice her to put another one in her mouth, if not for her remembering these didn't usually taste nice. But, her interest was ebbing now that she recalled what they were, and her attention was turning once again to the maid. Perhaps if she voiced her interest, she would be given them?

[color=fff79a]"I am interested in you."[/color]

She looked at the maid for quite a bit, before realizing that may be too vague.

[color=fff79a]"May I have clothes, like yours?"[/color] Hazel paused again before adding [color=fff79a]"Please?[/color]"

Olivia had to bite back a scalding 'yeah, no shit' at the sudden declaration of interest but blinked in confusion at Hazel's request. So she wasn't a pervert. She was just a strange gal. Geez, the kids from the years before never acted like this.

Outwardly, however, the maid betrayed nothing.

[color=f7976a]"May I ask why you want them, Miss Baker?"[/color] she prodded gently.

Hazel tilted her head slightly at that. Why did she want them? Was she attracted to their outfit? In all respects, it did not have any tactical advantages she could see. In fact, it was similar to what she was wearing, in function if not in design. Could the lack of a collar or pills addling her mind without all the extraneus thoughts suppressed? Was it the stress of holding back her stigma, which admittedly wasn't coming on strong at the moment?

[color=fff79a]"I do not know."[/color] She admitted, a puzzled look apparent on her face. [color=fff79a]"I find it rather alluring."[/color]

The maid considered the request. It was her job to make sure that the manor's guests were pleased. There were plenty of spare uniforms in the staff's quarters. No one was going to mistake her as an actual maid with that X mark. And hopefully the guards would keep the girl away from any trouble she could create because of the outfit, not that they had done a very good job during the tour.

It [i]was[/i] a rather lovely ensemble. She couldn't blame the girl for wanting to procure one.

[color=f7976a]"I suppose,"[/color] Olivia sighed in subtle dismay, [color=f7976a]"I don't see any reasons why you can't have a uniform. Follow me, please."[/color]

The party was led to the servants' wing, where they were then asked to wait patiently. After a few minutes, she returned with a neatly pressed black dress adorned with ruffled lace. The outfit was offered to Hazel with both hands.

Hazel reached out towards the outfit, hesitating for a moment, before accepting it. There was an odd warm feeling welling up within her bosom, unfamiliar enough to make herself worry about sickness, but that worry was pushed away by the thought that she had actually procured something she took a fancy to.

[color=fff79a]"Thank you, for the clothing."[/color] She gave a small bow before continuing. [color=fff79a]"Then, I will be sure to try them on immediately."[/color]

With practiced precision, her skirt fell to the ground with a simple pull of the zip. Unbuttoning the top buttons on her blouse, she started to wriggle out of it as well.

Olivia spun immediately, eyes widened in disbelief as she faced the opposite end of the hall. What the...why...WHY?

A pair of butlers were chatting and walking down the hallway, though their steps slowed as the unfamiliar guards and even more unfamiliar nudist blocked the path. Olivia mouthed a frantic 'go around' and motioned them away. They didn't hesitate to oblige.

The guards merely pointed their gaze to above the Aberration's head. After D.C., they had learned to expect this.

Struggling out of her clothes, and into the black dress, she gazed upon herself with awe, admiring the dress upon her body. With a slight spin, she sent the skirt flaring, feeling a little satisfied at the way the skirt swished around. Though, she can't help but still be interested in the maid; the maid was wearing the same outfit after all.

Once again, her hands reached out and grabbed the maid's skirt, pulling it up before Hazel even realized what she was doing.

And once again, Olivia's own hands shot down to flatten her dress, though a horrified screech managed to escape her lips this time. She whirled back around, exclaiming a furious, [color=f7976a]"WHY?!"[/color]

The corners of Hazel's mouth twitched slightly. She didn't know why, but this was definitely interesting in its own right. But, she had gotten what she wanted, and learned about about the place she was in to boot. Perhaps she could call on the maid later if she needed anything else. That chain was still there after all. 

[color=fff79a]"Thank you for helping me."[/color]

With that, she gave a small bow towards the maid. There was no answer for Olivia's question because there was no reason, just an odd impulse to do it. Her expression seemed more relaxed, her usual stoic countenance seemingly softer, as she turned to take her leave.

The maid stared after her, dumbfounded.

[color=f7976a]"The...pleasure is mine,"[/color] she muttered. It was more out of reflex than honesty at this point.

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