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

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Polina looked unamused at Elizstrazia’s braggadocio. [b]“It’s serviceable,”[/b] she replied, using the same dull, placid tone that the maid favored for moments like these. Inwardly, she was ready to chortle, and it took all her will to maintain the façade of composure that was her brand.  “…As long as you let Tiki do her work.” 

The Farisian maid took the rest of her basic measurements, but let the tailor-maid take care of the rest…

She watched back with that same placid face, even as she internally questioned her life choices as said maid continued to grope and feel up the new demon maid, all ostensibly for necessary measurements. Polina didn’t believe it, but she respected the hustle. Maybe there were some benefits to acting a little more unhinged, after all. 

Nonetheless, it had taken some effort, but Eliz finally was stuffed into her tailor-maid tailor-made dress. Polina nodded in approval at the completed uniform.

She gave a serious answer this time, even if she crooked an eyebrow at Tiki’s swift exit. [b]“You look proper.” [/b]