[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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“That may be so, but presentation is everything,”[/b] Polina chided, unable to help herself from getting the last word in in this regard. She knew from experience that there was a golden zone between cluttered and uncannily clean, a living space that was presentable yet still looked lived in. The Farisian maid felt that the Maison just about had that look, although Tiki’s room obviously did not count in her eyes. 

Seeing that nobody else was making a move to actually measure her, she fetched a tailor’s measuring tape that Tiki had lying around in her cluttered mess, she unrolled the instrument and approached Eliz, ignoring the current byplay between the cranky tailor and her loud guest. 

Polina gave the demon maid to be a firm command and warning. [b]“Hold still.” [/b]

Wrapping the tape around her bust, she began to take her measurements. Now how would the demon react…?